Toxic Novels Novels & Stories

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

Finally it's a wrap with the Mafia's Toxic Obsession. This was my hardest book so far, not only was I new into writing this genre, I also faced lots of personal challenges but I'm glad it's over now. I would like to thank everyone including myself for finding my strength, my awesome friends and my understanding Editor Vera Zaytseva for not being too hard on me. I know I wasn't always there but I'm really grateful for all your patience and I'm thanking everyone that dropped their gems and coins for this book. I will keep feeding you guys with my best works and I love you all so so much!

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

I inquired. Maybe he already planned on getting serious with her, huh. But now that I told him she's clingy, he was disappointed because he didn't dig for clingy, possessive, nagging, nosy and jealous women. Just one amongst those that one possesses, he'll quickly dump them like a thrash with no regrets. “Your sweet mouth is really poisonous. Do you know that?” He straightened from his seat and stared at my scowling face, “It needs to shut up now,” he stated before pulling me from my nape and claiming my lips.

That was the day, he proved that he truly loved Rafaella, but his way of getting her was not perfect and you know, even though we humans are not perfect, we wish for perfection and the same was asked by Rafaella. That is how Adonis’ love also became toxic. She looked down at the bag, realizing the blue diary in it. It held a lot of secrets and they needed to be kept buried. She knew where she had to keep it safe. Hades did not mention much about Nathaniel but he wrote that he knew Nathaniel had a crush on her, which turned into obsession. He did not write further but he realized that Nathaniel also loved Alessandra when he closed his eyes, accepting her decision which was clear by her attack

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

I slipped into the grand library like a ghost, closing the heavy oak door behind me with a soft click that echoed through the cavernous room. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of afternoon sunlight filtering through tall, arched windows. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every wall, filled with leather-bound volumes that smelled of aged paper and forgotten stories. This had always been my sanctuary in this cold mansion, a place where I could disappear for hours without Derek noticing or caring. Today, I needed it more than ever.

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

“What’s wrong with you two? One spacing out, the other crying like crazy?” Yvonne sniffled. “Waaah, the female lead died of cancer! Why do novels always go with car accidents, cancer, and long-lost siblings?! So annoying!” Goselle comforted her. “It’s cliché, but at least it’s better than mine. Mine’s so boring.” Then she turned to me. “What about you? You’ve been reading forever and you’re still on page two?” I closed the book. “Mine’s not good either.”

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.