Toxic Love Story Novels & Stories

His birthday was upcoming in some days. He wanted to spend his birthday with his love. But now he didn't want to see her face. The more you love someone the more you feel hurt. He was feeling needles prickled in his heart. He was suffocated by the thought of her loving someone else. And he was feeling enraged by her lies and fake care. She behaves as she loves him and she cares for him. He thought he was so lucky to have a loyal and loving girlfriend, but now he knew it was all just her lies.

I replied with confidence. Our eyes met and he nodded, for a moment I felt as if the question he was asking wasn’t about all of this… I would be a fool to deny that I didn’t know what he may be insinuating; me. I don’t know what I was to him… He had confessed his feelings to me, but then that was right before throwing me from a building… Stop. Stop, Yileyna. I wouldn’t think of this, I needed to focus on the truth. Theon and I were broken beyond any chance of fixing. I once thought love was something different, but it was darker and more painful than I had ever thought possible…

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

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.

"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.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.

“Of course.” He watches me carefully. Too carefully. “Everyone wants to hurt you,” I say, my voice trembling, “so they use me.” I wipe at my face, but the tears won’t stop. “They have my family… all because I fell in love with you.” The laugh turns into a sob halfway through. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. Why does love hurt like this? Why does loving someone feel like volunteering for destruction? “I didn’t ask for this,” I whisper. “I didn’t ask to be a pawn in your war.”

Without hesitation, Rex said, “I do.” Then came Lily’s turn. She smiled, and in her eyes danced the story of all the years, the struggles, and the love that had brought them here. “I do.” And as they kissed, the church bells rang once more. Applause erupted, tears of joy shimmered, and a magical new beginning began — Lily and Rex were no longer just lovers… they were husband and wife. The room echoed with claps — cheers from friends, camera flashes, and hearts brimming with joy.

"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.

The sixth week came, and she echoed stories of warriors, star cross lovers, betrayal, vengeance, family, friendship, and tragedy. Eric, however, did not like her stories about tragic love. The way she read it to Tabitha made it sound too heartbroken. One of them was about a male lead who was dumb to let his lover go because he thought the other female was his true love. Than to find out that his lover died protecting him, while his true love ran away with another man. His lover cursed them too never them to never be together. So, every lifetime they were met, they would both go their separate ways. It irritated him that such man in the world exist. He didn't like such annoying stories. "Fair