Toxic Love Novels & Stories

I said and felt a lump in my throat saying the words. "But you belongs to me, lyubov." he again said like it is the obvious thing in the world. Why don't he take anything seriously. He always thinks like everything will happen according to him, but it will not if he continues to be like this then I will have to leave from here and I will leave from here. "I had enough of this toxicity!" I yelled at him and he came closer to me. "I'm a toxic man, lyubov and I would like to be with you in a toxic relationship and stay happy rather than to be in a healthy relationship and become unhappy for the rest of our lives." he rasped in my ear making chill ran down my spine.

she teased and I smiled at her. “I am in love with you. I am protective of you, I am obsessed with you, but I just hope you are not the kind of woman that likes to be toxic because when you say you like me being obsessed with you. It's giving something else in my own understanding.” I teased and she rolled her eyes at me. “Oh come on please. Lucas, don't tell me you don't know me and why are you so scared of me being very toxic to you?” “That is because toxicity is not allowed and we are going to raise children so our children are supposed to mask deeply in the love of their parents.”

Especially when we worked so closely together, and when we had a history of screwing things up and letting our personal life seep into our work life. And just what did it mean? Deacon had said some pretty serious things last night and this morning, but I still wasn't sure where we stood. I'd admitted to him earlier this year that I'd been in love with him when he'd left for Slovenia, so he knew how deep my feelings had run before. But this was now. Was I still in love with Deacon? Or was it just that we had this insane attraction that burned hot and then left us in cinders? Maybe I was drawn to him because we were so often at odds. Was I screwed up in some way that I liked men who treated me

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.

When Timtim finally stopped, her chest heaving, Zoya spoke with quiet certainty. “He loves you, Timtim,” she said. “Don’t you see? He’s not a man who bends for anyone. But for you—he does. He thinks about you, always. That’s why he controls, why he suffocates, because he doesn’t know any other way to love. It’s flawed, it’s toxic… but it’s real , teach him how to love .....” Timtim’s eyes glistened with doubt. “But what if it destroys me?”

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“It wasn’t my intention, it was the moon goddess, okay? Just to make it clear! And it’s sickening.” Bitterly, I smiled. Is it a mistake to fall in love, for real, with your mate? I’m starting to think, mates are just comparable to show business. Mates are like love teams, leading ladies, or leading men. But in real life, mates are just rugs, and it is nothing compared to the real lover. What if it turns out I’m just an onscreen lover? Just the thought of it hurts my heart. Oh! My heart… but really, I'm still safe 'cause I'm not falling for him yet. Yet.

she replied. “Well, it would be but it would also be adding to my conclusion.” “Which is?” “That you are in a toxic marriage.” Sasha snorted, “Michael and I love each other, Sharon, we have been doing so since we were teenagers. How can marriage with my childhood sweetheart be a toxic marriage? Michael has never hit me before, in fact, I was the one that slapped him some time ago and he didn’t retaliate.” “Sasha, I think you are missing the conception of a toxic marriage, toxic marriage doesn’t necessary means your husband has to hit you. Any marriage that you are in and not happy and kind of emotionally damaged is a toxic marriage.”

’ ‘Do you like me better? ‘I think so, but I love her.’ ‘You will learn to love me too. Now, stop staring and drive,’ says Avantika and puts her shades on her head. ‘Your suitcases?’ I ask. ‘What suitcases?’ She winks at me. And people say that the spark in a relationship dies out after the first few months. Ha! 8 November 2010 ‘Why should it matter if someone else touched her in the past? Does it hurt because she has been violated and is impure? Or does it hurt because she was in love with someone other than me? For me, it’s the latter.’

Was turning a blind eye against all the atrocities done against you, closing your ears from all the spiteful sounds that certainly break you little by little and successfully kill you, all bits and parcels of love? Were all these parts of love? Of loving? Was love supposed to hurt you? To let you bask in pain as agony seeped into your bones, in every single cavity there was in your body? To make you feel worthless, unwanted, and not enough? Did it have to make you sleep with your eyes open as your endless nightmares, insecurities, and anxieties haunt you? Was it supposed to make you beat yourself up every single day the sun decided to rise? Was it all supposed to be like this?