Thorny Trap Of Love Novel Novels & Stories

Her apartment had an open-concept design, so the living room and kitchen flowed seamlessly into her back balcony. “No…” Nikki sighed as she sat up. “…I don’t want to keep you.” She said as she stood up. Thorn frowned as she went to walk past him to the kitchen. His possessiveness was getting the better of him as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Uh?” Nikki looked at him like a deer in the headlights. She looked up at him with wide, gray eyes. “Oh, um.” He loosened his hold on her. “Apologies. I thought you were about to fall.” He lied.

Even if someone pointed a gun at my head and asked me to choose one of them, I wouldn't know who to choose—because I love them. And now they were all confessing their feelings for me, expecting me to say yes to them. Why on earth was I even in love with three sworn enemies? "I'm going to end whatever I have with Lyra," Thorne continued. "I don't care if my father likes it or not. You're the one I want as my mate." He leaned closer to give me a kiss, but I screamed loudly—so loud that it might break whatever shield was covering others from listening to our conversation.

We peeked around the corner, we saw Calous graveling before an open door. “Listen to me please. I have to marry her, or our people will die. Do you really think I would choose that disgusting pig over you?” ‘I can’t believe I have to marry that disgusting pig…’ the words echoed in my head. I didn’t hear anymore of their conversation, as I felt a huge sadness wash over me. I looked down at my body. I was extremely heavy, who would love a woman such as me. ‘If you wish for your husband to love you, then lose some weight.’ ‘This was the only way for you to have a husband.’ I turned and started walking away. I was never meant to be loved, a contract was made so I would not be alone… I still didn

“What’s this really about? Why the obsession?” Darius didn’t answer right away. He rubbed the back of his neck as if the words were hard to say out loud. “Thorne took the love of my life from me.” Collin gave him a dry laugh almost like he didn’t believe it. “Guess Thorne’s got a thing for stealing other people’s women, huh?” Darius didn’t blink. “Soon, Thorne won’t be able to steal anything, or anyone, ever again.” He meant every word of it.

He fixed his hair a little and went to have his breakfast. Little did Joseph knew that Theodore and Theo were the same people. Joseph and Theodore, both had thought that it was their fate or the sign from the gods for them to move on. But, they were falling for the same person again. Love sometimes is beautiful and weird. Love becomes beautiful yet torturing when you fall for the same person, again and again, not knowing the truth. Joseph and Theodore thought they were on the new journey of new love. But were unaware that it was the same old love that had been pulling them towards each other all along. The flower of love was yet to bloom. Will the flower bloom for longer this time?

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

“And if you can’t remember this little thing, then I’m ready to tell you fucking every time,” “In the same way!” Her lips trembled and a shaky sob escaped her lips. Once again he raped her, just to threat her that she belonged to him. When and how will he understand that no one confesses love like this. Rather, this is not love at all. This is just a threat to accept him. There is only madness to keep her imprisoned. Isn’t the bird also kept in a cage with all the facilities just so that it can keep its owner happy with its chirping? When will the Mean understand that just seeing one’s own happiness is not everything. Real life is to think of others as equal to oneself.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been

More like a thing happening to her and less like a thing she'd already been living in for weeks. It turned out love, when it was the right kind, felt like day twelve. Someone putting coffee on the edge of the desk without requiring it to be a thing. She had been living in it since then. She'd just run out of reasons not to notice. Outside, the February light did its honest thing against the oaks. Inside, the case that was going to cost something was getting closer.