Toxic In Love Novels & Stories

"Well, that part wasn't about the law. The blood tastes differently depending on the emotions the blood donor feels. Fear or pain tastes bitter or sour and often ruins everything. The feelings of excitement, pleasure, and desire add more sweet and spicy flavor, and, of course, love is the most ennobling emotion. Pleasure and desire are easy to trigger using compulsion, while love is nearly impossible. To those jerks from the council, using compulsion is the way to make the blood drinkable. None of them would bother to befriend their donors to make them actually willing." Shivers ran down my spine. "Is that what Ash is currently doing? Treating me kindly to make my blood... taste better?" My

appalled- "I'm not trying to say anything, just piss off already." He let out an aggravated sigh. "Eric.." I said slowly. "It's fine, you don't want to tell me. That's totally fine. I'm going to get tested today and you will go do as my father told you yesterday. It is after all your job to please my parents. If I find out that you had this and you didn't bother telling me because you're the most selfish person I have ever met. I won't forgive you, I will never forgive you and more than anything you will have to leave right after it. I don't ever want to see you again. I will hate you." I said calmly tears forming below my eyes, he blinked seeming touched by my words. "I wish I hated you rig

“Okay I want you both to understand that men are just like that innately, I mean he may seem so mean but deep down he tends to hide his feelings like he's not falling in love with the wrong person.” “Are you saying I'm the wrong person to fall in love with!” "No, no” Joshua got up and ran “I'll take care of you.” Vivian threw a pillow at him.

Just if he was a normal person like Aaron. ‘Aaron is also like him’ a voice whispered to her. “But he tries”, she said out loud and Alex looked at her funny. “What?” “Nothing! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She yelled. “I can’t, I’m obsessed with you. I think about you all the time”. “You see, that is the problem. You don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me, you want to have me, nobody else can have me because you want to have me. Like I’m a fucking piece of paper or something”, she yelled.

*I love you honey* Keyla rubbed Genzo's back. *I love you too and I'm glad I have you* Genzo kissed his Keyla while stroking her thigh. Keyla rested her head on his forehead and just savored his closeness while they both watched the mechanics. Keyla had to laugh and Genzo looked at her confused *Honey, what's going on* he wanted to know now *I had to think of Tina's face when I punched her* Keyla couldn't stop laughing and looked at her hand in disbelief. She hadn't known she could hit like that. She also infected Genzo with her laughter, which obviously did him good.

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

If only she could see him in the light that he saw her, if only she looked past the fact of him being her father’s murderer and come to see him for who he was truly, but that was nearly impossible, her everyday contact with him, reminded her of the fact that her father was dead and he was the cause. He almost regretted killing her father, even if it had to be done, sometimes, he wondered how it would have been if they had met in a different circumstance, would he be allowed to woo her, will she accept, would their life had been different from how it is now. He had to admit to himself the very base of what he felt now, LOVE. “I think I’m love with you, Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, and

I wanna know if there's something wrong with the way I love. Maybe I never did anything right in my life, and this is the only right thing I ever did. To love. "Everything's wrong with you." That sentence stuck in my mind. In the office, in the penthouse, in the gym, everywhere. It made me question myself. Oh baby, why do you have to be so honest and cruel? I am not a masochist, but why do I keep getting myself hurt with her words and actions? Maybe I love her too much. It's toxic.

“Let go.” I don’t. “Say it. Tell me you don’t feel this too.” She swallows, whispering, “I hate you.” I lean in, close enough to feel her breath. “Liar.”

Instead, he stood there, rigid and unmoving. Bella realized her mistake and let go of him, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "It's okay," Mateo said, his voice gentle. "I know you're grateful. Mateo had always known that Moreno cared for Bella, but he was too damaged and traumatized to ever admit it to himself. He saw love as a weakness, and he refused to allow himself to be vulnerable. Instead, Moreno chose to hurt Bella and project his own pain onto her. It was a twisted way of dealing with his inner turmoil, but it was all he knew how to do. And so, he continued to torture the woman he secretly loved, lost in his own self-loathing and hatr