Toxic Love Novels & Stories

Because once Xavier Valentino desired for something then he wouldn’t stop to anything but will do anything just to have what he wants. Not every obsession turns into love. He desired her but in a way that only toxicity can define it. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here

"Sometimes you don't see the people who accept you for what you are. But you notice the people who don't. Sometimes you want love from those people who will never accept you for what you are. That's what toxic love is. And it always results in destruction." [Jacqueline] .... Jacqueline's POV: I knew I shouldn't have let him intervene with his fingers. I knew it was a dangerous step considering how he had already taken my first kiss. But desperation led me to it.

Who could have believed that someone could love me with such selflessness and devotion? My love for her was consuming, bordering on toxic and obsessive. A dangerous forbidden love...

"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.

Even when he stepped right on Jessy's hand and she cried out in pain, he never glanced at her. I watched him move and suddenly felt something tragic rise in my chest. This was the only time he ever looked at me while Jessy screamed. I longed for a love that chose me all these years… but I no longer want it. "Watch your words, Elsa! "We've been married for years. How can you just throw out the word like it means nothing? Aren't you afraid I might really agree to it?" His voice carried anger, but I smiled calmly. "What is there to be afraid of? All I'm concerned about is you not letting go."

I know he consumed her very being and took away her heart. It’s toxic and dangerous, but isn’t that what love is supposed to be? Love isn’t convincing yourself every evening that they still love you. Love isn’t lukewarm. Love isn’t blatant and watery. Some people say love is cannibalism. Perhaps it is, but it shouldn’t be. Love shouldn’t consume your very being. The notion and comparison between cannibalism and love simply means consumption. Is love consumption? Will I lie at their feet and tell them to swallow me whole? Yeah, no, the whole perspective is flawed. Cannibalism is used as an analogy to describe a certain form of depravity, to describe codependency and fear of being alone. I’m h

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

I was holding her waist tightly while crying. “Some men can be so toxic to your health. They don't want to love you properly but don't want to let go of you either. The more you give the less they appreciate, and you decide to walk away when they are ready to love you and treat you right. So you give them a chance in hopes that they’ve changed only to realise it was all fake. You find the strength to walk away once more and here he comes proclaiming his love for you and you give in again. The cycle repeats itself until you gather up enough strength to say enough is enough and cut him out of your life.”

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Even when he was right beside, one would feel that he was far away, and there was never a happy smile on his face. It was indeed true that love could be more toxic than poison. It could make a stone-cold man melt into a puddle. At the sight of Johan, Maxtor vowed that he would stay single forever, and that he would never change who he was for a woman.