The Darker Side Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I have made my choice. My past life ended because I chose Rome over Sin. I cheated. Though, it seems there's much more to my death than I am unaware of. With him, I will get my true awakening. I will find peace with Sin. To many, Sin is the definition of Evil. To many, he is the enemy. But he truly isn't. Whenever he gazes into my eyes, I see the intense love he has for me. He ended my life out of jealousy— that is still unclear, and I know there's more to that story. But he brought me back to life, because he couldn't live without me. I don't know what you want to call it, but I call that love. Maybe dark love.

Someone then hugged her from behind while his warm breath brushed against Morana's nape, as if to tell her that she was not in the darkest depths of her feelings. There is another figure here who will help her stop thinking about her darkest desires. Morana slowly opened her eyes and lowered her hands that were covering her ears. She blinked her round eyes with a lot of emotions reflected in them. Then she whispered. “I love you…” A word that even she herself was confused about why she said it to Daniel. Her mind was so confused and all she wanted right now was to feel safe. Safe from everything, even from herself. Morana didn't want to hurt herself anymore like she did last time. The stitch

"How much sincere the love she has for me, she is not exempted so as not to be hit by temptation. I can confidently tell you that I'm a hundred percent sure that your mom loves me... that she loves us. But if the temptation is act to destroy the family you used to see as happy, even the person you least expected to cheat will cheat." And that was the exact thing why it's scary to love. People tend to imagine that loving someone is as colorful as the rainbow was, that when you love a person, it's always the matter of kiss, lust, I love you's, and a happy and an everlasting love story; that we all didn't expect that beneath the brightness of color the love could bring to our lives, love could

“It could be pitch black and you’d still break through with your light.” “You need my love, not me. I’m just the person that gives it to you. I might be your light, but unless you wanted me to, no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn’t be able to break through the darkness. You’re the one that makes it better. I just help.” He shook his head, and I nodded. “I give you the light. It’s up to you whether or not you let it break through.” “It doesn’t make sense.” “What doesn’t?”

We continued dancing in that position still, his head in between my shoulder and neck while we both snickered at our stupid actions, yet neither one of us was mature enough to stop. “Baby, can’t you see, I’m calling.” He sang with a wide grin, his breath hitting my neck, making me giggle. “A guy like you should wear a warning. It’s dangerous.” I continued with the song as we moved from side to side, then with another, we returned to our normal dance move, his hand on waist. “I’m falling.” We sang together over the soft music, it was “Toxic” By Britney spears (Fifty shades darker version) then grinned like the idiots we were.

That people can be saved from what they don’t even understand. But I don’t need saving. Not anymore. Let her look at me with those wide, pitying eyes. Let her reach for me like a sister. I’ll hold her hand while I ruin her. Because I loved her once. And that kind of love never disappears. It rots. It warps. It festers in the dark. And I’ve been in the dark a long time. Long enough to learn that you don’t have to scream to be dangerous. You just have to wait.

“But understand this: darkness always returns. Always. What you’ve faced here, what I represent… I’m predictable. Bound by rules. Limited by cosmic law. The things that will come next? They won’t be so constrained.” The wasteland was almost gone now, our bodies beginning to fade back to the real world. “When darkness returns… and it will return… you’ll face something far worse than me. Something that knows you now. Something that witnessed how you fight, how you love, how you protect each other.” The Broker’s voice followed us as we slipped. “And that something will use your love against you. Will turn your greatest strength into your most devastating weakness.” I tried to respond,, but we w

“Then embrace it, my love,” he murmured, his voice a dark lullaby. “Let the darkness take hold, let it fill you with power.” I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations flooding my body. I could feel the shadows whispering to me, wrapping around my soul, urging me to give in completely. This was my twisted reunion with The Watcher—a bond forged in darkness, a love born from chaos. As the night wore on, I knew I was stepping further away from the light, deeper into the shadows where I could truly belong.

She shouldn’t. I was the last man on earth she should love. If she let herself fall, she’d only land in hell. My hell. I wasn’t meant for her light. She wasn’t meant for my shadows either. No. It couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let it. If she kept loving me, if she truly felt what I feared she was starting to feel—she would see more of this side of me. The side she despises. The cruel side. The monstrous side. And one day, it would break her beyond repair.

everything! I'll stay the hell away, treating him like the plague he is, invisible and untouchable. I should have just taken his warnings seriously back then, those veiled threats that I dismissed as intensity rather than insanity. Fuck, how could I be such an idiot... blinded by a toxic infatuation that masqueraded as love? Yes, I believe that loving someone means you would have to love their darkest side too... but that logic only works when the love is mutual, reciprocated, pure, returned in measures that heal rather than destroy.