The Darker Side Of Love Novels & Stories

Said Dina walking back and forth around her desk, she could not overhear the conversation of the two people because the room was soundproof. *** "What do you want." Shouted Miska when the door was closed. "Calm down, you're impatient." Said the man walking towards the sofa. "I want the black box that your brother has." “Black box? What do you mean? I do not understand." Asked Miska with a confused face. "You just have to find the black box and give it to me, if you don't get it then you will pay for it." “What kind of black box do you mean, only black box? In this world there are so many black boxes, how can I know what box you want. "

This time, however, Johhan had to pull himself together, convey Damon's message and convince everyone that they had a very serious problem. The charm of the sorceress could be washed away in the waters of the Lake of Darkness, but true love cannot. Therefore, the only solution was to end the existence of the "infected", because love had great power and was able to completely change the demon in such a way that eventually it could not be included in this race. Love was the force that terrified the creatures of Darkness far more than the most powerful white magic spell cast by the most powerful wizard. Love was the key to all good, and the strongest "weapon" of the Light's side. That is why, i

He couldn't believe it. "I died because I loved?" Blake asked. "Is it bad to love, Dark? I just loved him, but why did I die?" Blake shook his head. "Dark, my child. He doesn't love his wife, he loves me. But why is this? Why did God do this?" "There is nothing wrong with love but what is done because of love sometimes hurts." Said Dark. "You loved the wrong woman. She is married, that law is in the bible. Sixth commandment, adultery."

High-end mistresses attending catwalk shows with blank checkbooks provided by their indulgent lovers whose sadly blind wives would more often than not be at the self-same shows, with their own blank checkbook to use. It was the ugly underbelly of a beautiful world. A world she had vowed would never tempt her. Yet she’d fallen in love with and married such a man… a man who would turn into such a man when he got older, more jaded, and bored with playing happy families.

Everything was submerged in the depths of black colour. Hades liked this black color. Because he liked being in the dark. He hated the light. There was only one shining star in his life which was pleasing to his eyes—Alessandra. There was only one who resided in his eyes like a light or a gleam. Her smile was like shining lightning. Her eyes were like a galaxy. In which more than crores of stars were involved. The number of stars that combined to illuminate a sky, more stars than that used to reside in her eyes. That was the beauty of her sparkling gray eyes. The picture in the room also had the shape of Alessandra, but the difference was that of life. He wanted it alive and was now ready to

“You married that girl. I advised you not to but you didn’t listen. We could have been great together.” “Is that why you tried to kill her several times?” “Can’t you see? She came from nowhere and stood in the way of our relationship. I was only trying to rescue our love from her.” “I love her, Suzy. You and I, we were never really an item. It’s time to let go of your obsession for me. There’s someone out there for you. Remember your dates?” “I don’t love them." she snapped. "I love you.” “Then you shouldn’t have kept cheating on me. That’s not the kind of life I want.”

No one could truly understand how deeply someone who had lived in the shadows craved the warmth of the sun or how desperately someone who had been ignored for so long yearned to be loved. I cherished his love as if it were my lifeline. I never wanted the title of Mrs. Lawson—I only ever wanted to be his wife. By all rights, I should have hated him. I should have hated him for hurting me and our baby, all because of Yvette. But I didn't. Even though I blamed him, I couldn't hate him. After all, he had been my salvation once. He had been the one who had brought color into my world. The only thing I couldn't understand was why he had married me if Yvette was the one he truly cared about. And si

“Then as long as you’ll have me. I don’t care if it’s not love, Draven. I don’t need love. I just need to be near you.” I let out a humorless laugh, low and bitter. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” “I know exactly,” she said softly, fingers trailing down my ribs. “You need someone who won’t run when you show them the worst of yourself. Someone who understands that your darkness is part of who you are.” Her touch was gentle, her words convincing, but inside my chest something twisted. Because even as she spoke, even as she offered herself so willingly, another face intruded. Another voice.

"No one has ever made you feel the way I make you feel. No one ever will. I've made sure of that. I've made sure that every time someone touches you, you'll compare them to me. Every time someone kisses you, you'll wish it was my mouth. Every time someone tries to love you, you'll know in your heart that they can never love you the way I love you." He said it. He said the word. Love. He wasn't talking about sweet love or gentle love or the kind of love that filled poetry books and romance movies. He was talking about dark love. Obsessive love. The kind of love that consumed everything in its path and left nothing behind. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.