Toxic Love Novels & Stories

I spoke the entire thing in a go while looking at Rudra. He nodded slightly, understanding my words. "But yes. The kind of love you have for her and the kind of relationship you have right now, it's toxic as fuck and no one deserves toxicity like that in their lives. Not Kiara and not even you. So trust me when I say that, if you guys do form a relationship, it's going to pull out the worst versions of you two," I confessed. Yes. I believed that. No matter how much Rudra loved KM or how much KM was eager to give him a chance for their wedding. They were toxic to each other. They were like each other's poison. A poison that would end by killing each other.

I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically. And that is not what love is. Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets. What Sin and I have... can it be called love? Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other.

"What do you mean?" "Cause it's clearly that you're in love with him. You told me at first that you're only admiring him but look at you, you cried when he rejected your drink and sandwich. You love him and he's too blind to realize it. He hurt you countless times and you just forgave him like it's nothing." "Love? I'm in love with him?" Am I that dumb? I know love is such a beautiful thing and I don't even know how to identify it.

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

Her voice broke, and I leaped out of the chair and pulled her in a tight hug. “Nope. Not even close. Love makes us do stupid things. You know that I have been prisoned, left in a burning sauna, got kidnapped, slapped, hit, and held at gunpoint millions of times, but if I were to choose any other man entirely apart from the ones I have, I would rather choose a diabolical death. I am talking about being chained upside down and underwater kind of death. We love toxic, we are a magnet of toxic.” I said rubbing her back, she nuzzled in the crook of my arm. She snorted a burst of ugly laughter and then pulled me to her lap. She was always the taller one, so I just sat.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

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 only she could see him in the light that he saw her, if only she looked past the fact of him being her father’s murderer and come to see him for who he was truly, but that was nearly impossible, her everyday contact with him, reminded her of the fact that her father was dead and he was the cause. He almost regretted killing her father, even if it had to be done, sometimes, he wondered how it would have been if they had met in a different circumstance, would he be allowed to woo her, will she accept, would their life had been different from how it is now. He had to admit to himself the very base of what he felt now, LOVE. “I think I’m love with you, Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, and

she cried again in between her talks. "How u can defend him ? ....... Ur love for him is becoming toxic for u" again she pointed finger at her love. "I am stating the fact, Diya ....... He is a siner I accept that but others are also not saints ...... And how my love can be toxic? ...... When love is not bounded by anything then how it can be toxic ...... It's not needed to be labelled with such names ...... Love is love .... Selfish nd selfless at a times ....... Pure and untouched with dirt ...... Don't spoil it by giving names ..... Love is not toxic but people are ...... Love doesn't needs to be judged ..... I love him and yes my heart breaks zillions time when I see him in pain ..... Wh

’ ‘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.’