Toxic In Love Novels & Stories

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

Cynthia stated and it wasn't a question. Dane shrugged trying not to look as guilty as he felt. Cynthia nodded in understanding. She smiled pitifully as she wiggled away from him. "This is not working, you know." Dane knew this particular conversation has been coming for a while now, yet he still asked, "What is not working?" "This. This dating...relationship...it's more toxic than unrequited love." She said sadly, "A relationship where the couples love another people and always see the ones they love in the eyes of their partners, it's a very unhealthy relationship."

Once you get in, it's hard to get out. The lustful sounds emanating from the sexual encounters, the pleasurable cries of the people below after the strong movements of the people above. Or the satiating growl of a wolf in its thirst for love. It makes anyone who accidentally hears it ripples, but no one will hear it except the passionate insiders. "I still love you, love you very much even if it was a deplorable mistake." Like a fool who plunges his head into a death trap, Immersed in love, without knowing it is a double-edged sword,..."

Love is a complex being. One that most would sell their all for to decipher, but in most cases their all isn't nearly enough to cover the cost of this delicate emotion that we all want to feel, understand, charish and give back to the one most deserving of being gifted by this godly given. All we want is something pure, something clean and untouched by our sinful hands, but that is as rare as chickens teething.

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

If a lady enters the temple at that moment and met any guy inside the temple the lady must get married to that guy but there must not fall in love with each, because if they do both of them won't live long. Ella's mother in that old world known as a gold dealer went out with Rose on that sunny day while Andrew's stepmother also goes out with him and she was pregnant with Lia then even the pregnancy is almost due. 1000years back the god of love came to dance in the temple and steal the heart of two teenagers she met in that temple. Both of them were asked to get married since they were at that temple when the god of love came to dance. But because the two teenagers fall in love, the male died

"Sometimes you don't see the people who accept you for what you are. But you notice the people who don't. Sometimes you want love from those people who will never accept you for what you are. That's what toxic love is. And it always results in destruction." [Jacqueline] .... Jacqueline's POV: I knew I shouldn't have let him intervene with his fingers. I knew it was a dangerous step considering how he had already taken my first kiss. But desperation led me to it.

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

’ ‘Please stop all of this…’ ‘All of what Michelle? You used Jace and Laura’s conflict to stop us from texting and you been texting that other nigga, Jeffrey, while snubbing my texts.’ His voice raised a little bit high, she wasn’t liking the tension anymore. ‘And all I want is to get you back. You know I like you, I want you, and I am interested in you. But you just want to push me away, even when things between our friends has been resolved. And I don’t feel okay watching you smile at someone else’s text, blushing or reacting because I love you and I do not deserve this treatment from you.’ Hearing those confessions come out word for word from his mouth, increased her heart pulse. So he wa

On every holiday, Blake would surprise me with thoughtful gifts, eager to show me off to his friends. When we were apart, he'd text "I miss you" countless times a day. He'd also seethe with jealousy if anyone so much as looked at me, his eyes burning with rage. Once, he told me, "Karen, do you know? My family is full of twisted monsters. You're the only one who's ever shown me what true love really is." Blake's insecurities ran deep. He constantly needed reassurance, asking me over and over if I still loved him.