The Breaking Point Of Love Novel Novels & Stories

Tears trickled down her face and I could feel her body shuddering as she whispered, “Answer me, Raid. D-do yo-you still love me or I should leave.” My heart ached. Memories of the sweet past and love that I enjoyed with Larisa flooded my mind as I stared down at her shaking and naked frame. With every second that passed without a response from me, the light in Larisa’s eyes dimmed and she folded her arms around her naked body out of embarrassment. I was breaking her. Why was I breaking the woman I loved over a stupid bond that I was forced to create in the first place? Goddess why?

Love. Twisted, broken love. The kind that could destroy everything.

“This isn’t about winning.” --- The Eighth Twist The figure’s attacks grew sharper. More refined. Each strike aimed not at Ethan—but at the system around him. Ethan realized it instantly. “You’re not trying to beat me,” he said. The figure’s voice remained cold. “No.” A pause. “I’m proving you wrong.” --- The Breaking Point The system faltered again. More lines fractured. More entities destabilized. Raven gritted her teeth. “At this rate, everything we just fixed is going to collapse!”

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

The mark of pain and retribution. When she stepped back, she let out a breath and stared at the glowing metal like she’d just exorcised a demon. We gave him a few seconds. Let the pain marinate. Then I pulled my gun. Rueben looked at me with the last shred of strength he had left. His voice was nearly gone. “W-why…” “Because you thought you could hurt what I love and walk away.” I offered the gun to Lovia who took it without hesitation. She looked Rueben dead in the eyes and whispered:

Then reality slaps me. I’m supposed to lie low. I’m supposed to stay away. I’m supposed to be protecting a secret that could ruin everything. And here I am, kissing my combat coach. My mate who doesn’t even want me. While wearing three layers of clothes and barely holding my scent together. That’s all it takes—one flicker of reason. Like a thin thread snapping, the spell breaks. The heat drains, replaced by a cold, sharp awareness of exactly what I’m doing and I shove him back.

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

Wasn't even worth watching die. She was nothing. Dante had won. Not by breaking her body. Not by training her to obey. Not by making her cum on command. By making the man she loved wish he'd never found her. That was the breaking point. Everything else—the collar, the scars, the training, the violations—those had damaged her. But this? This destroyed her. "I know," she said again. Hollow. Empty. Already gone. "I love you." He was sobbing now. "I love you so much. And I can't—I can't save you. I can't even save myself."

“He loved another woman. Her name is Clara. He told me I was boring, ordinary, that I had nothing left to give him. I gave him everything, Damian! We started with nothing, remember? I worked two jobs when we were first married just to help us save money. I cooked every meal, cleaned every corner, put his needs before mine every single day for three years! I loved him more than I loved myself. And he threw me away like I was trash, just because he found someone new and exciting.” I covered my face with my hands, sobbing softly, letting out all the pain I had been carrying inside for weeks. I expected him to feel awkward, or uncomfortable, or to say something generic like “I’m sorry”, but inst

Suddenly she felt her wrist being pulled from behind, his lips then crashed into hers, knocking the air out of her lungs, their lips passionately sought the taste of one another, cupping his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her closer, she clutched his shirt as she clung to him; love, need, despair, desperation, all tender emotions were poured into their last kiss. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into her eyes and whispered, "I love you," before she could reply she felt herself being pulled inside the portal, the image of her beloved disappeared as the portal closed in front of her eyes and she found herself slipping into the darkness.