Toxic Love Novels & Stories

he looked sad and guilty. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but please don't go in there. It's rigged with wolfsbane and silver, and I know what happened before, but I was a kid brainwashed by his family that wolves were evil and going to kill us all. I truly loved Lucy and never wanted to hurt her. I was weak and didn't know what to do." "What are you even doing here?" I spat at him

I winked at her "You bloody bitch!" She growled out as I smiled at her, I love it when I make her mad "Oh Tara, I don’t just seem to understand you, you are one of a kind. Leftovers or not, Just remember one thing your boyfriend left you for me. He played you like a bitch" She smiled Her words hit my heart deeply, not gonna lie but it’s true, this is the second time my boyfriend has left me for her. I tried to stop myself from breaking down, I will never let her win.

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

It was about 4 pm and was still very bright out. He breathed in the air and attempted to calm his mind. Soon the images he had of Lilian began to fade and a blackness filled in its place. Peace, his mind was finally at peace. Feelings were nothing but tricks of the mind and desires of the body. He didn't love Lilian, he desired her. Her body enticed him and that was all. He had wanted to have her in bed again for a while but her injuries had kept him away. That was it. It wasn't love, it was his unfulfilled desires manifesting. He shook his head as if to rid himself of every trace of emotions. Showing emotions like love was a weakness. It made him look weak, something he had always feared an

- Don't know. - In terms of? - I just can’t understand him. He's kind of strange. And this stresses me out. — Mysterious men are the most alluring. “I’m past the age when I attract strange people.” Nowadays, such characters rather scare me. - Sounds like a defensive setup. Are you afraid of falling in love with him? “Even so,” Annelle irritably squeezed the fork in her fingers. “I just don’t want to repeat my mistakes by loving a person who is not worthy of being loved.”

I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. The words I love him hit him with a different kind of force. It wasn't a clean, simple betrayal. It was a messy, ugly, possessive kind of love. A love that stalked, that calculated, that saw his trauma as a chance to get what it wanted. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever read.

"You're so thick in the head. That makes me despise your ugly face even more." Gianna felt like reminding him where he was for talking to her that way. Instead, she spied the possible entry through which her mother or father would appear then said, "Despise is a very strong word, you know. I don't despise you," she stood and crossed her arms above her chest. "I don't think I ever will 'cause I don't have that kind of heart and soul. You know, evil, dark, malicious... rotten. Rest assured though, I don't like you either and I think you need serious help, Sean. A lot of that. Drop that toxic energy. The burden don't belong to you," she gave out a flicker of pity. "The door is that way." Gianna

"Why are you so good at making me bad?" Lana breathed raggedly. "I'm very motivated if it's something I want." He chuckled. "I never knew you could be so...ruthless." She finished, not knowing what other word to use for him. "I think the word you're looking for is passionate." Clark laughed, brushing a kiss over her lips.- "I want every inch of you to myself. I don't care if I have to play dirty" "I won't deny that I want you. But this isn't the right time for us to do this." -She placed her hand on his chest to push him back.- “ We should stop before we get caught. “

She left her phone on silent, not wanting Genzo to hear if Kojiro was texting, and honestly she didn't want to either. Genzo was already waiting in the doorway. *where were you, you didn't answer my calls* Keyla ignored his question and walked past him without a word. She went into the bathroom and locked herself. She was arguing with herself the whole time about whether or not she should say something to Genzo. She cried bitterly because this could inevitably be the end. But she didn't want that at all. She loved Genzo more than anything, not even one Kojiro Hyuga could change that. Yes, she might have been attracted to him. But that was it, you couldn't call it love with the best will in t

She was feeling so disgusted. "DOnt try to be over smart, we have our sources in your house also, we have eyes on you all the time, your one wrong move can ruin your life." They said to her, she could say a single word more. . . Love is beautiful. And even more beautiful is that phase when you fall in love. Everything seems perfect. And that’s where we do the cardinal sin of making love to everything. Most people do it with pride that “Hey, he/she is my everything, my world, my universe, my galaxy, my life, my heartbeat, my blah blah blah.” Cute? No. Toxic? Hell yes. Look. Your life is like a pizza. It is made of many slices. One slice can be love, but the whole pizza can never be about love