Toxic Love Romane & Geschichten

It's true that I have strong feelings for Victor but my love for Aaron is also true. I can't do something that hurt my husband because he loves me from his heart and he gave me everything that I can't imagine.He always showed his love and care for me .He never cheated me and always stood by my side.I can't hide the truth that I love him .I didn't fall in love with him as I was lonely or lost. I fell for him after getting to know about his love and care for me and I wanted to make him a permanent part of my world. "The most painful and the saddest truth of my life was I love them both......"

What kind of chemical-imbalance bullshit is taking over my brain right now? I’m completely, fundamentally broken. I already know love is a garbage concept–a pretty lie sold to fools before it gets weaponized against them. It might work out for normal people, but not for a monster like me. I’m entirely incapable of loving anyone, and I’m desperately, irrevocably unworthy of being loved. Every single person who ever swore they loved me ended up turning around and destroying me. Over and over and over again. So fuck love. I need to take that stupid, sentimental thought, douse it in gasoline, and burn it down to ash.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

"Because I’m in love with you. More than I should be. More than I planned, I never saw it coming, but it happened." His face shifted, surprise softening his expression before it cooled into something more distant. "And so, your way of showing love is getting me fired? That’s how deep your love runs? How does that sound to you? Do you know how much it hurt?" He stood up and picked up his jacket from the couch. "You know what? I’m tired. Tired of being thrown around in the name of love. Real love isn’t supposed to hurt this way, and isn’t toxic either."

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.

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.

"Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone." I walked back to the computer and sat down. The screen glowed in front of me, the email still open, the evidence still attached. "So maybe this is what love looks like for someone like me. Possession. Obsession. The inability to let go even when letting go would be the kinder thing to do. Maybe I don't know how to love someone without wanting to own e

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

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

before he could finish, I slapped him hard. "You disgust me!" I said to him. "I beat myself up sometimes for falling in love with the wrong people, but then other times I blame it on the universe for choosing an ugly fate for me," I said with tears stinging my eyes. How could he? How could he accuse me of having an affair with any man? I could barely breathe around men. Even though he treated me like trash, I craved him all the time. If I could bottle him up in my heart then I would do that. He was toxic, his love was toxic, every fucking thing about him was toxic.