The Prison Of Love Novels & Stories

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

His rough hands left red marks on her flawless skin. "What do you think of yourself? Huh! After a murder. You will have a choice. You can die easily after destroying two lives." His rage was out of control. He grabbed her by the jaws. His grip was so hard. Sia could feel his clenching finger on her cheeks. She has confessed the crime. she didn't have the right to resist. She has to withstand his pain. "In this life. I promise. I, Simon Cruz, will not let you breathe so calmly." He was Simon Cruz, beloved nephew of a powerful politician. Sia was certain. If he was saying

Michael had finally gotten back his true identity, no more hiding, taking the name that had once been a mark of shame but was now a badge of honor. ​The police station felt different now. The air was no longer thick with the suffocating corruption of the Higher Powers. The Commissioner who had framed Clinton was long gone, replaced by a system that was still flawed, but at least, it was breathing. Regina glanced toward the high-security wing of the distant state prison. Nelly was in there, buried alive in a cell. The court’s ‘No Visitation’ order was a special kind of hell—a silent tomb where no familiar face would ever enter. Nelly, who had thrived on influence and the gaze of others, was n

And beside me, the man who turned my prison into my freedom pressed a final kiss to my hair and whispered into the dark: “After everything — we’re still here.” Love isn't just about words, it's majorly sacrifice.

“Celine… You left me when I needed you the most. And now, you show up expecting me to take you back?’ His voice was low, but the disappointment was evident. Celine sobbed harder. “I was scared, Harry… I couldn’t handle the reality of my fiancé being confined to a wheelchair. I was weak! But I’ve realized my mistake now. I want to fix everything… I want us back.” Arabella felt her chest tighten. How dare this woman return after shattering Harry? “Do you think an apology is enough to erase all the pain you caused? Do you think Harry will just take you back?” Arabella cut in sharply. Celine glared at her before turning back to Harry. “I know this is hard, but please give me a chance. I still lo

He'd claimed me as mine in front of his brother, because he'd fallen, or because owning the daughter of the man he'd murdered was the ultimate flex of a man who owned everything and left nothing on the table. He'd made me eggs. He'd let me teach him. I've been trying to find the exit since the fellowship hall and there isn't one. Or: a man who wanted a woman to stay in his house without a lock on the door had learned that the most efficient cage was one the prisoner built for herself out of love.

“You don’t understand the position we’re in.” “Then explain it to me,” I said, my voice breaking despite myself. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like I survived one prison just to be placed in another.” His head snapped toward me. “You are not a prisoner here.” “No?” Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. “Then why does it feel like I don’t get to choose anything? Not who I love. Not where I stand. Not what I am to you.” The word love slipped out.

I fire back at him. "Oh but you did and you gave it to that lover boy of yours." I cringed before I scoffed at his words. I hate the douche whom I used to call lover. Fuck him, because of him I had spent 10 fucking years of my life in that prison. I wasted my life because of some sick love I believe in. "And I don't remember ever giving him anything" I defensively told him. "Bulls shit! You know you did on your stupid act of love. Now you're going to get it back" he furiously said and I furrow my brow.

“You are stepping on my last nerve, Noelle.” “Oh, okay, we are stating the obvious now? Okay, Dominic Fitz, you are a stupid, manipulative bastard.” “Watch your-“ “She almost cried!” Dominic froze. “What?” “She almost cried,” Noelle repeated. “She was so sad, that she almost cried. That was her life work that you just stole from her.” “I didn’t steal it. You gave it to me. Why are you trying to act innocent? You basically sold your boss out.”

“I don’t know how to explain it but love for him means nothing, so if you want him to accept your own terms, if you love him then you have to make him.” Fiona wasn’t laughing when she dropped her suggestions or maybe advice about how and why Zain is happy one day and moody the next. “It’s not even about that, I have also put love in the prison and locked it up, I don’t want anymore! They always bring me pain!” “I don’t want anymore, I just want to be happy, save my father from everlasting jail term and leave this town!” My eyes were beginning to dilate because I’m getting high on wine already but I’m also loving the feeling.