So Evil My Love Novels & Stories

"But... why would you do this? Why would you want to marry me, of all people? Don’t you want to marry someone for love?" He took a step forward, closing the distance between us, and I felt my back hit the wall. I was trapped, and he knew it. His hand finally made contact, his fingers grazing my cheek in a touch so light it sent shivers down my spine. "Because I can," he said simply, his voice like velvet, wrapping around me, pulling me in despite the terror coursing through my veins. "Because it will destroy your father in a way nothing else could which more important to me. Also I’ve never really been the kind of guy who has believed in a fairytale love story.”

Evey. I curled the corner of my lips slightly. "I've told you many times that my father wasn't that kind of person. "If you had believed me from the beginning, we wouldn't have ended up like this. "But you never did, didn't you? Anyone could easily manipulate you to hurt me..." I paused and asked Chase, "Do you love me?" Chase's Adam's apple bobbed, and tears were welling up in his eyes. "Yes. I love..." 'How disgusting.'

"That's quite a torture for Jobel during the time when he was just enduring the toxicity of Daveryl. Jaime said. "Yeah, I felt guilty for him but since he also accidentally killed the two innocents souls, of course I can't side with him with that." Love is like Oleander flower, it's beautiful but it can kill you. So sometimes, know how to handle that beautiful love in your hand, don't allow yourself to be empowered by it or it'll bring you to hell of losing even yourself.

he mocks. “You do realise that sounds exactly like something she’d do, right?” I deadpan. He stiffens as his eyes blow wide, “She fucking well better not, I don’t want an animai. I learned the hard way; love is a load of shit. It’s like that drug humans take for cancer, what is it called? Chamo… chemotherapy! That’s it. You take this drug that’s meant to save your life, but while it’s supposedly doing that it’s eating away at every good cell and making you sicker and sicker until you either die or miraculously, manage to survive. Love is a poison and slowly it’s just going to eat away at you until there’s nothing left,” he says bitterly. You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in

"Love," Daylen got back on his feet beaming with new hope. "That's all I need to stop Syvan from ever endangering anyone," he added with confidence. The elder leaned her head to the side. Love has always defeated most evil in the past but she doubted that it would work on Syvan. Vampires weren't the easiest creatures to love. It was in their nature to kill and destroy and she doubted Syvan could be influenced to be different with love.

I respond almost instinctively, fearful of what he will say next. He chuckles without humor, and of course, he ignores me and continues. "It's because of you. You're insane and obsessive, and I'm sick of putting up with you. Yes, your love... makes me sick." his tone is heavy, especially the last part, which is so painful that I gasp for air. Our eyes are still connected, and he never left mine; saying those words directly to me makes it even worse.

she said with lips trembling. "It is not what I think it is? Really Celestine? I am so damn tired of your bullshits. I'm done. You succeeded into making me fucking believe that this love is different from the love that I once had. And I am an idiot for believing that you're different. Between us, I thought it's me who is evil. I fucking own it because I thought you're an angel yet it turns out that you are much worse than I am."

"Why? 'Cause I'm right for thinking she's the reason?" "Stop it," Sean hissed. "You're supposed to hate that bitch, Sean, after what she and her family did." she pushed. "I said stop, Elodie." His tolerance was wearing thin. "Then make me understand. If you want me to stop, make me understand!" He extinguished the cigarette on Elodie's exquisitely polished mahogany bedside table making the girl frown even more. "I hate her, never you doubt that. I owe you no more explanation. Still, no one touches my prey except me 'cause only I know how I want it dead."

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

"I want us back to that; it was less complicated. You know I love you." I run my hand on his neck, lightly massaging it. "Love is for the weak and the last thing I need is a distraction. Now, can we sleep?" God, I hated him so much but I climbed on his lap so I was straddling him. "Or we can do something else. These hormones have me very feisty." Those light blue eyes are just a reminder of what I first saw in him, but there is no good bone in his body. "I am not in the mood, now get off of me."