Toxic Love Novels & Stories

Cause the elevator stops dead in it tracks. Dante pressed some buttons but it didn't work. Great I am stuck in the elevator with him. I seat leaning my head against elevators mirror. Dante is still pressing buttons and the noise of it is getting on my nerves. "You know pressing buttons won't help." I say. "Yeah right seating will." He says. "I am saving energy. This is a very old, damaged elevator." I say. "Great. A huge company doesn't have a safe, working elevator. You hate me for buying your share of the company. If you love your company buy a good elevator for it instead of hating me." He replies.

I don't know why am I saying this. As her friend, I shouldn't say this but as Caden's friend I know he is having hard time struggling with his past and his present and also the future. I don't want him to go through another trouble again. "But I loved him. How can love be toxic? I have always been kind to him. I have always supported him and tried to help him in every way. How can all those true and genuine feelings be toxic?" she questions me. And the answer to her question is ' I actually don't know.'

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

“Okay I want you both to understand that men are just like that innately, I mean he may seem so mean but deep down he tends to hide his feelings like he's not falling in love with the wrong person.” “Are you saying I'm the wrong person to fall in love with!” "No, no” Joshua got up and ran “I'll take care of you.” Vivian threw a pillow at him.

"Is that the love you want? A love that could kill you any minute? A love that would constantly keep you on your toes? A love that you fucking hate?" I scoffed—a way to conceal what impact her words had on me. This love that I was desperately chasing, was going to be the death of me. It had me walking on eggshells, it had me lying over and over and over—our love was toxic but toxic was addicting and I was already addicted to a fault. "Is it about the sex? I can do all that for you, I am woman enough, Ricardo, if only you could look at me just once," Theresa bawled.

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

"Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone." I walked back to the computer and sat down. The screen glowed in front of me, the email still open, the evidence still attached. "So maybe this is what love looks like for someone like me. Possession. Obsession. The inability to let go even when letting go would be the kinder thing to do. Maybe I don't know how to love someone without wanting to own e

Boy, are they wrong. "Idiot." I said to myself again. Was I the idiot or him? I'm letting him do things to me, things that no one would get away with! Is it love? Does love makes you do that, makes you forget everything bad that this person did to you? Does one just get custom to the same old, toxic love? A habit? Is that same love makes you sit alone on the bench in the park thinking about whether your boyfriend order someone's murder?

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most

*When you love someone like crazy, your love begins to get toxic* That phrase sounded weird, but that’s how every relationship turns after a few days.*Got to meet him today, his appearance made me question why would she wanna leave someone like him for me? Until I found out what kind of soulless person he is. He thought I would be stupid enough to drink with him, the drink, he poisoned to get rid of me. Is it how rich people deal with issues? *