Toxic Love Secrets Novels & Stories

“This is Ethan. My partner. My reason for changing. The reason I’m standing here, not hiding.” Gasps echoed from the reporters. The room shifted. “I won’t run. I won’t resign. And I won’t pretend that love, especially one as complicated as ours, should be buried in shame.” Ethan took over. “We have been ridiculed. Exposed. Judged. But we’re not ashamed. We’re not sorry for loving each other. We’re sorry for the secrets that allowed others to hurt us first.” The cameras flashed furiously. “And to the person who leaked this,” Ethan added, his voice sharp, “you didn’t win. You only freed us from silence.”

“You should know what you've gotten yourself into.” I paused. This was my secret. The one I hid from the world and even from myself. But, love was about sharing secrets and not being afraid of them. Love can't thrive where there is secrets. “My parents died in a drug deal gone bad. I loved them because they were my parents, but after they died, I found out that they weren't good people.” The words tumbled out in a rush. There was so much darkness in my past, so much that I didn't want to say.

he said with a teasing grin. Oh, he has a lot of will. But I also can't deny that I agree with what he said. I like him, I love him. I like the way he keeps making me lulled, forgetting myself and doing crazy things. This is a public place even though it is closed. No one can see my body. I hope my husband doesn't come home anytime soon because my love is blooming. I don't want to stop this mischief. A meaningful moment in my life. Real love, is closed, full of secrets.

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

ALICE I hate them so much. I hate them with every fibre of my being and I'm going to make sure that I do everything possible to hurt them and make them pay for humiliating me and making me feel incompetent. I was currently watching Anna and Alejandro make out and I clenched my fist in anger as the feeling of betrayal and deceit suddenly overwhelmed me and made me feel like a fool.

“Ivan, I love you. I won’t ever stop loving you, and I know that as beautiful as I find this place, it’s completely messing with your head.” I couldn’t help looking down and sniffing in amusement at her bluntness. “I guess it is.” “So, we talk. You tell me what's going on and that way we stay close. I was once told secrets are like seeds. If you keep them hidden, they grow and grow. The longer they stay silent the bigger the gap grows. Like when tree roots wreck the foundations of a building. Love, even a mate-bond can’t ever work with secrets.” Then she covered her face with her hand in a deep blush, “that’s my silly little speech anyway,” she muttered, forcing me to turn her face to mine.

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it.

He seemed tensed, he faces me and I continued. " prosecutor, you said you had a girlfriend. " he tensed even more. " no, did you say you didn't? " I watched his reaction slowly. " what do you wanna know? " he asked me. " love.... How impressive does it have to be, to be love? My late girlfriend and I really did love each other everyone near us said it wasn't love. But I really did love her. So I'll be watching you." the look on his face confirmed he was hiding something.

The friend who pulled me through late-night study sessions and reminded me I was more than any man’s accessory. “You deserve a love that doesn’t come with hidden ledgers and metal-beaded cocks designed to make women addicted,” she added with a small, wry smile. “But if you choose to stay… arm yourself. Build your own power. And if it ever gets too much, you have me. Always.” I hugged her tightly before we parted, her advice echoing in my mind as I drove back to the hotel. Keep secrets. Have a reserve. Study his weaknesses. I loved Shawn. Deeply. But love had never felt this dangerous before.

It was because in her eyes, I was nothing but the son of her family's victim, a born sinner, a pathetic creature who deserved to be trampled underfoot. A metallic sweetness surged up my throat, and I bit down hard on my teeth to keep from coughing up blood. My eyes burned red, my blood boiling backward, every part of me screaming to tear her apart right then and there. Cassie saw my anguish and laughed even harder. "So? Arthur, is this secret worth trading for my life? Release me and restore everything to the Wynter Group, and I'll give you all the evidence from back then so you can clear your father's name. Otherwise, you'll live with this secret and suffer for the rest of your life! Your f