Toxic Love Books Novels & Stories

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

In the process, so was Mickey watching as though he had expending the splendid output of his mother. Vivana had on her the necklace Jessica had gifted her months ago and it made it easier for Mickey to trap her place. On trapping her inside a cage, Jessica started glitching to memory of her ever being help with her around. She recalled a memory of the both kissing. She turned her eyes back at Vivana as though a new memory was getting built in her mind. Ds-professional love BOOK 2 prologue. When two lovers hurt each other to the extent of murder, then there is no love left. But when two lovers are set to kill each other by the help of science and they survive with the help of memory, then tha

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.

12 He is right, I found out about all of this in five days. It was quick but, I missed him too but, he is a jerk. He left me. I pushed him away, "Get away from me, you may have helped me in fighting but, I still was hurt, after you went, they started beating me up again. It took me 2 years to get a proper shelter and food. I am grateful that you taught me street fighting but, you left me. You left me on the streets, you left me all alone. We could have been together and made this mafia together but, you preferred doing it alone. I hate you, go away, I don't want to see your face, don't contact me, don't do anything, also I quit, I quit my job. Bye, I don't want to see you again. You broke my

“It hurt, and it hurt worse than death ever would. I know why you thought and said those words. You were trying to be considerate of my feelings or the mate pull I might be having towards Devon. But even in his arms, I looked for your touch. I guess that’s how I have always loved. You are not just in my words and thoughts or heart and mind or soul, you are everywhere from my reality to my reverie.” Diana leaned back against the table. She shut her eyes, inhaling deeply. I lowered my head, consumed by Diana. “It’s you and you and then you and you again and only you, Zephyr. It’s such a wrong way to love someone that even if they joke about leaving, you break. But this is how I love and it’s t

He looked at the man, who was staring at him with a lot of confusion in his eyes. He sighed. “And this is what makes it toxic!” His brows raised as he told Hades, grabbing his hips as he was sick of this sickness of Hades. “You mean it’s love?” He chuckled, cocking his brow. “No.” His answer was calm. “But they say love is toxic, no?” Waylen looked down as he did not feel it right to look into Hades’ eyes. They were giving him a sick view. Madness was dancing in his eyes which was bothering Waylon to keeping an eye-contact with Hades.

he mocks. “You do realise that sounds exactly like something she’d do, right?” I deadpan. He stiffens as his eyes blow wide, “She fucking well better not, I don’t want an animai. I learned the hard way; love is a load of shit. It’s like that drug humans take for cancer, what is it called? Chamo… chemotherapy! That’s it. You take this drug that’s meant to save your life, but while it’s supposedly doing that it’s eating away at every good cell and making you sicker and sicker until you either die or miraculously, manage to survive. Love is a poison and slowly it’s just going to eat away at you until there’s nothing left,” he says bitterly. You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in

Everything hurt, and nothing made sense. They called it a psychotic episode. I call it what it truly was. Possession. Because someone like Lloyd doesn't fall in love. He invades, infiltrates, and infects. And now? Now I sit behind padded walls, staring at the ceiling, wondering how love, or whatever that was, could end like this.

“I bet you wish it was you, huh slut?” Nygeria- Real World ______ Nygeria I stare at my phone screen at this ridiculous book, am I supposed to believe she falls in love with that asshole? My anger flares; these authors love glorying toxic relationships. Are we supposed to believe that asshole suddenly has a heart of gold? So he’s bullying her because he loves her? What kind of fucking logic is that? I’m tempted to throw my phone across the room, but I close the app and delete it. I’m not interested in reading the rest of ‘My bully loves me.’ The concept is utter trash.