Toxic Love Novels & Stories

Her voice broke, and I leaped out of the chair and pulled her in a tight hug. “Nope. Not even close. Love makes us do stupid things. You know that I have been prisoned, left in a burning sauna, got kidnapped, slapped, hit, and held at gunpoint millions of times, but if I were to choose any other man entirely apart from the ones I have, I would rather choose a diabolical death. I am talking about being chained upside down and underwater kind of death. We love toxic, we are a magnet of toxic.” I said rubbing her back, she nuzzled in the crook of my arm. She snorted a burst of ugly laughter and then pulled me to her lap. She was always the taller one, so I just sat.

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

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

everything! I'll stay the hell away, treating him like the plague he is, invisible and untouchable. I should have just taken his warnings seriously back then, those veiled threats that I dismissed as intensity rather than insanity. Fuck, how could I be such an idiot... blinded by a toxic infatuation that masqueraded as love? Yes, I believe that loving someone means you would have to love their darkest side too... but that logic only works when the love is mutual, reciprocated, pure, returned in measures that heal rather than destroy.

“Because I’m so d*mn in love with you that I couldn’t restrain my feelings anymore. Five years ago…I dreamed of having you again. I thought we could finally happen but…that happened.” I don’t know if he’s asking for a chance or just confessing how he wanted to be with me again. Nonetheless, I don’t think I can give him a chance for now. Like I said, I’m afraid that he’d hurt me again or…he’d end up like Klay. Too much love…is toxic. I want him to love himself as he loves me. I don’t want him to destroy and lose himself because of me. I don’t want that. I don’t need a kind of love that suffers.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically. And that is not what love is. Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets. What Sin and I have... can it be called love? Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other.

I clutched my head in frustration. “ So you do love her?” He questioned rhetorically. “ I also hate myself for loathing Kasper, I mean it's not like he has done anything to me but seeing Anna with him just makes me wanna go head-on with him. I'm happy that she's happy but I'm not happy that she's happy with someone else other than me. I'm crazy, right? Is this what people call toxic?” I bent my head and asked. “ Yup, definitely toxic but it's also totally normal for you to feel that way. Love is weird, it makes you love even the weirdest people and at the oddest times at that,” he was serious for the first time.

" You know, I always wondered why you could not like me the way you liked Marcelo, then I realized, it's love.... and sadly you don't get to choose who you love. Ana, as long as we get to talk like this once in a while I'm content, and even if we didn't, I would still be there if you needed me." "There's....genuine love and there's the toxic one.....the toxic hurts, not just the two people involved but also everyone around them.... like my mom's love for my dad, it has wrecked me and I can't even understand what love is anymore. I kept wondering why she wouldn't give up on him and move on but I guess I get it now, she's obsessed with him Dorian, just like I am with Marcelo. I dread that I ma

"You have to let me go. I'm not good for you, and you're not good for me. We're toxic, Leo. We're poison." Leo's face hardened, his jaw clenched in determination. "I won't let you go, Sophia," he said, his voice firm. "I love you, and I know you love me too. We can work through this, together." I felt a wave of desperation wash over me. He wasn't listening, wasn't understanding. I was trapped, trapped in this toxic cycle of love and hate. “You’re married. You have a woman in your home” I reminded him as his lips formed a thin line in annoyance.