Novel & Cerita Toxic Love

"I think he would have. I think I was nothing special to him back then. Just another girl. Another conquest. Finding out about his son seven years later was the only reason he loved me right, he wanted to get married to me to have a complete family." "And even in all of this, I could not hate him," Shayla said. Her voice was getting louder now. More agitated. "Ayven's birth and all the complications that came with it. I still could not hate Grayson. Could not even resent him properly. And I thought that meant I really loved him. That my love was pure and strong and unbreakable." She wiped at her eyes even though no tears had fallen yet. "We got back together and he still did not tell me abou

she joined her hands in front of him, showing her irksome. “I am thanking you once again for your help with my joined hands but do not expect me to fall for you because of your favours on me because this is toxic. Your love is extremely toxic to the extent that I feel like killing myself whenever I stay under your presence as it continuously makes me recall how venomous you and your love is for me,” she bursted out at him but he didn't utter a single word but just gazed at her.

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

"But the Head of the Vampire Council said that if I was unwilling, Ash would not find my blood ‘enjoyable.’ He didn't mention anything about the law when he said it." Amanda smirked. "Well, that part wasn't about the law. The blood tastes differently depending on the emotions the blood donor feels. Fear or pain tastes bitter or sour and often ruins everything. The feelings of excitement, pleasure, and desire add more sweet and spicy flavor, and, of course, love is the most ennobling emotion. Pleasure and desire are easy to trigger using compulsion, while love is nearly impossible. To those jerks from the council, using compulsion is the way to make the blood drinkable. None of them would bot

And for the first time since she met him— his answer carried no uncertainty. Because Ariana had already proven it true. North Residential Block should have ended in sacrifice. Instead— they trusted each other. Adapted together. And survived together. Not because the situation was easy. Because they refused to reduce people into numbers. Daniel leaned forward slightly. “So basically this entire psychological war is about whether impossible choices are actually impossible.” Oliver nodded once. “Exactly.” Ariana looked down briefly. Then softly asked: “Did you love Clara?” The question caught Oliver off guard completely.

I ask myself that question many times I can't focus on any other thing except her. "Don't blame yourself, man, " I heard my brother's voice from inside the room, "you did whatever was in your hand so don't push the subject so far she moved on so why don't you? I know it's har-". "No-" I cut him off, "I want to know why she did this to me, I loved her more than my life, and she... She can't leave me like this she has to come back or else I will do anything to get her back doesn't matter what price I have to pay for her!"

"You see that woman happens to have but one son, I am the only child of my mother and we've been very close from day one. She loves checking up on me and that's all! I really think you should stop making these assumptions in your head because mother really likes you alot and I'm sure that she is transferring all the love she has for me to you . If you keep on behaving this way you would only end up being in an enimity with her and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. You know mother is a very soft and kind-hearted woman, but at the same time if she happens to hate you, you would really regret it. So I think whatever thing going through your head you should try and keep it calm , learn to love th

He was just a monster now. ‘Did you honestly think we would get to have a happily ever after? You were nothing but a toy for me. None of it was real. Every kiss, every touch, every ‘’i love you’’ meant nothing. It was a lie!’. ‘You’re just trying to hurt and upset me, you don’t mean it’. He laughed again. ‘I love you’. ‘Well, I don't love you’. He raised his fist, ‘and I never did!’... and then everything went black…

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

If I hadn't heard the truth with my ears, I might have been fooled by this display of grief and guilt. However, now that I stare at the expression he had so carefully arranged into sorrow and devotion, all I could do was let out a bitter, involuntary laugh. So, this was his love. A love cold enough to kill my wolf, to sever my bond with the Moon Goddess, and to strip me of all my pride. Louis took my silence as shock. Gently, he stroked my hair and said, "Get some rest. Don't be afraid. I'm here." Then, he turned and walked out without lingering for even a moment longer.