Novel & Cerita Toxic Love Stories

Misha spat out bitterly and I wanted to tell her that she was wrong but in a way she was right as well. To be in this line of work you need to be cruel in order to protect your loved ones. Showing love is a sign of weakness. Being in love means you will get hurt in the end not by the hands of the people you love but your enemies’. “Who the fuck is this man, Jemma? And why were you hugging him crying like this?” Killian spat out as he advanced on Misha and tried to hold her arm but he didn’t get the chance to do so because in a second her bodyguard was in Killian’s face pushing him back.

He asked, “Alyse, you still haven’t been able to let him go, have you? Even when he abandoned you after that car crash and never even asked after you for three whole years, you still care about him!” Alyse gritted her teeth and took off the bangle. She threw it to the floor viciously. The bangle, which held all my love and happiness, shattered easily. It shattered in the same way my feelings for Alyse did. Alyse was furious as she said, “Of course I’ve let him go completely! I’d love to see him rot! Antoine, you’re the only one I love now!” Antoine smiled and nodded happily. Linda looked at Alyse in disbelief and cried even harder. “How could you do this to Clinton when he’s done so much for

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

“Because I’m so d*mn in love with you that I couldn’t restrain my feelings anymore. Five years ago…I dreamed of having you again. I thought we could finally happen but…that happened.” I don’t know if he’s asking for a chance or just confessing how he wanted to be with me again. Nonetheless, I don’t think I can give him a chance for now. Like I said, I’m afraid that he’d hurt me again or…he’d end up like Klay. Too much love…is toxic. I want him to love himself as he loves me. I don’t want him to destroy and lose himself because of me. I don’t want that. I don’t need a kind of love that suffers.

My smile vanished remembering how yelled at me just because I was staring at him instead of looking at the camera, calling me a maniac and like a witless woman I ignored the insult and apologised to him. I lay down on the ground crying remembering the moment I spent with him. The memories that are filled with love and pain. I started remembering my love story which slowly turned into a toxic relationship. "Your love cages me, Ivanna. You suffocate me" "Why do you always cling to me? Can't you give me a space" "I wish I would have never said yes to you" "How can you think, I can love a person like you? I was just using you like a whore you're. you only tell me where would I get a girl who is

"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much? Why do you take so much satisfaction in hurting me? You belittle me, remind me of how much I'm lacking, how I'll never be enough. Why?" He opened his mouth to respond, but I couldn't bear to hear any more. The tears I had been holding back spilled over, and I turned and fled. I hated crying, hated showing him how much his words affected me. It made me feel weak and exposed. As I ran, a chilling realization hit me: I was still in love with him. Despite everything, I had never stopped loving him. It was a cruel twist of fate, loving a man who seemed to derive pleasure from my pain, who reminded me daily of how unworthy I was.

Just a little immature in his skin, I think. - Adoukè: Hey ! You wouldn't happen to have a crush on someone else's boyfriend, by chance ? - Shola: You, get over there ! I didn't say I was interested in him. I admit he was handsome after all. - Adoukè: So Fèmi is just a friend and Mr. Seducer is love at first sight ? Wow, you just gave me the Access formula right there. The two sisters laughed. They were already in the habit of talking about anything and everything, and especially of getting into trouble over any subject. "Handsome guy, the Fèmi in question !" added Adoukè.

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

Tina Devacraux had lived with the peculiar burden for fifteen years now: the quiet, relentless knowledge that every worst decision of her life had been made out of love. Hatred was clean. Hatred announced itself with sharp edges and clear intentions. It left bruises you could see and name. Love, however, was infinitely more treacherous. It arrived wrapped in the soft language of sacrifice, whispering that temporary pain was kinder than permanent ruin. It convinced otherwise intelligent, otherwise decent people that if they could only endure being misunderstood for a little while, those they loved would one day understand. They would look back, see the full picture, and finally thank them.