The Destroyer Fell In Love With Me Novels & Stories

Then, with a strangled cry, he shot into me, just as I came myself. It was then, I thought. That’s when I fell in love with Javier Marisco, when I realized how deeply he had embedded himself in my heart -- as well as my ass.

The very essence of the scene, intended to be a canvas for blossoming love, transforms into a heart-wrenching reflection of his own heartache. The candles, bearing the words 'I love you, Emma,' serve as cruel reminders of promises broken. As he destroys them, his cries become more intense, echoing through the empty spaces of the yacht. Leaning over the jacuzzi frame, he finds a temporary refuge for his grief, the once inviting water now mirroring the tears that stream down his face. When his friends finally arrive, the scene is one of profound devastation. The delicate and lovingly arranged setup, initially meant to be a gift of joy, now lies in ruins. The destruction is not merely physical

Tears prickled my eyes even though I was happy, it felt as if I'd been given the best gift I could ever ask for. "I've always been made to believe that love does nothing but destroy a man..." Vincent's eyes were filled with a tenderness that I'd never seen from him before. He held my face in his large hands stroking my cheeks lovingly, "...and if my love for you will destroy me, then I'm yours to destroy completely."

"By becoming the target." "I don't like the sound of that. I really, really don't like the sound of that." "Trust me, Richard." "I’ve trusted you into a crater, into a mountain, and into a liquid mercury web. At this point, trust is just a habit." "Then keep the habit." "The destroyer is locking on. I can hear the hum of the capacitors. It’s deafening." "Close your eyes." "And if I open them and we’re ash?" "Then at least you won't have to see the mess they made."

Amyra gazed up at him, raw passion burning inside the depth of those blue eyes and Dexter saw it clearly. Never in his life had he ever cared about his face but staring at her gorgeous face and tracing the rough ugly lines created by his scars, he knew she never deserved him. " Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people."

Never this broken. Lying down on my bed, I stared at the shining moon that hung on the dark sky from my window. Nana's words suddenly peeked into my mind. 'Love can either save you, or destroy you completely.' And I think my love destroyed me instead of saving me. But was there anything wrong with me that I wanted him to destroy me more? That if he would be my destruction, I would embrace it again and again? My possessive handsome caveman. My lips curved into a small smile as another lone tear slid down my cheek. Something clenched in my heart.

Janice had forgotten something: she was the one who had taught me how to access her channel. Back then, she swore that as long as I reached her, she would find me as fast as possible, and that she would never let me get hurt. She didn't keep any of those promises. Not only had I been hurt, but she was the reason it happened. The realization hit her like a blow. Pain surged through her head, sharp enough to make her double over. When we first fell in love, she told me the truth. She wasn't from this world. She wasn't supposed to fall for someone here. Every time her feelings for me deepened, it triggered a backlash, like needles piercing through her, lasting ten minutes at a time.

"One that does not belong to him." "Yes," I said. "That is exactly right." My phone buzzed one final time before I set it down for the evening. A message from an unknown number. A single line. I read your title. Love me then destroy me. This time I choose not to destroy. I looked at the message for a long time. Then I looked at Elias, standing at the counter with the quiet patience of someone who had decided a long time ago that his role in my life was not to stand between me and difficult things but to stand beside me while I faced them myself.

"I'll make sure you recover, Serena. I promise you'll be you again." Had he finally realized my love for him hadn't recovered? But honestly, I didn't mind either. I just felt nothing toward Jude and Oliver, and I could still be easily moved by others or cry at a TV show. If I did recover, my subconscious told me it would hurt terribly. I didn't want that kind of pain. "No need. I'm fine with this." "No way. You loved me so much, so you can't just stop loving me." "But the experiment hurt a lot. It felt like my brain was being churned in a washing machine over and over. Every nerve was in pain, and I don't want to go through that again."

He turned and walked out of the room without a backward glance, leaving me alone with the silence and the crushing weight of Sophia’s last words. In the smoldering ruins of our pretense, with Sophia’s dying wish echoing in my ears, a devastating, unwanted truth finally crystallized within me. Despite everything, despite his cruelty, his coldness, his impossible demands – I loved Damien Salvatore. I loved the glimpses of the man beneath the armor, the artist in the boathouse, the son who had grieved silently for his mother. I loved him with a depth that terrified me, a love that felt as hopeless and self destructive as my feelings for George had once seemed idyllic.