Novel & Cerita Poems About Toxic Love

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.

The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands. The second shot struck the pregnancy test on the desk, the one showing two lines. I had just found out I was pregnant and hadn't even told Salvatore yet. Yet, this was the surprise he gave me. The third shot shattered the mirror. My reflection splintered into countless pieces—broken beyond repair. No matter how sweet our memories had been, I wanted no part of a love built on lies. Rosa had schemed every detail to perfection, except for one. Like father, like daughter. In his time, my father had ruled the underworld of the west with an iron fist. They called him the Steel Lion.

"And you never will. I know that now. I've always known it, really. I just couldn't accept it." The room was silent. No one seemed to know what to say to that. I stood up slowly, walking down the steps from the throne until I was standing a few feet from her. "Your love," I said quietly, "has caused nothing but death and destruction. It killed your sister. It cursed me. It hurt Sena. It killed Thane. It tortured Marta. Your love is poison, Lydia. And I want nothing to do with it." She nodded, fresh tears falling. "I know."

It’s inching to make him feel what I’ve been feeling, make him hurt just so I could have a reason to sleep tonight. This is toxic, isn’t it? I’m being toxic or maybe worse but I don’t care. What I am being is nothing compared to what I have been feeling for the past two years. And because of that, I no longer trust the heart. When my heart tells me to do something I don’t because hearts are stupid, they neglect everything around you just to have a good feeling that won’t last forever but the soul….. it tells you to do things that may or may not be good but will ease you and make you sleep at night. So yes, I accept to be toxic in this case and I accept to make him feel what I feel.

"And I will do whatever it takes to keep you." In that moment, I comprehended that an excess of love could transmute into a toxin, one that consumed and corroded, distorting a once beautiful connection into a nightmarish stranglehold. I had to find a way out of this labyrinth of obsession and dominance, not solely for my sake, but for our daughters who deserved a life unburdened by the oppressive shadows that now loomed over us.

*When you love someone like crazy, your love begins to get toxic* That phrase sounded weird, but that’s how every relationship turns after a few days.*Got to meet him today, his appearance made me question why would she wanna leave someone like him for me? Until I found out what kind of soulless person he is. He thought I would be stupid enough to drink with him, the drink, he poisoned to get rid of me. Is it how rich people deal with issues? *

Even when he stepped right on Jessy's hand and she cried out in pain, he never glanced at her. I watched him move and suddenly felt something tragic rise in my chest. This was the only time he ever looked at me while Jessy screamed. I longed for a love that chose me all these years… but I no longer want it. "Watch your words, Elsa! "We've been married for years. How can you just throw out the word like it means nothing? Aren't you afraid I might really agree to it?" His voice carried anger, but I smiled calmly. "What is there to be afraid of? All I'm concerned about is you not letting go."

The intense love I had for her had pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to grant her forgiveness. In the depths of my soul, a tempestuous love for her brewed, an intoxicating elixir that simultaneously consumed and healed me. Like a potent poison, it coursed through my veins, seeping into every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. Yet, paradoxically, it was also my medicine, a balm that soothed the wounds of my heart and ignited a fire within me. This love, both a curse and a blessing.

It was over. The best part of love that started of so damn toxic was that after everything, even Poison had a place for beauty too. Jason was nothing but toxic but somehow, eradicated all of that poison to be turned in to the best kind of love. One that never died, one that never grew old and one that never lost hope, even in the darkest times. And so, their Beautiful Poison known as love, lived on. - The End.