Toxic Relationship Novels & Stories

I gazed at Philip as I said gently, "Philip, I believe you." He froze. His eyes suddenly lit up with a faint glimmer of hope. However, my next words quickly extinguished that hope. "I believe that you never took a fancy to Mandy and that you didn't hurt me on purpose, but I no longer want to go back." The color slowly drained from Philip's face. "Stella…" I asked, "Do you know why I left? It wasn't because of the graduation photo or Mandy. It's because I felt like I was slowly losing myself over the course of our relationship.

I already had too much on my plate without adding him to the mix. “Look, I know you guys want to see me happy and for some reason you think I’ll find that happiness with Rowan, but you’re wrong. Our relationship was doomed from the moment we said ‘I do’ years ago. We are toxic for each other. I loved him and hated him at the same time while he only hated me. I tried transforming myself into something I’m not just so he would love me and that didn’t work. Even if I were to try now, it wouldn’t work. The love I had for him is buried under tons of pain, heartbreak, resentment and bitterness. So please I beg you, let’s just let this issue go okay?”

She was finally free from the toxic relationship that had consumed her for so long, and she was determined to make the most of it. With Mino by her side, Adelaide began to rediscover herself. She started doing things that she loved, things that made her happy and fulfilled. She started painting again, and she even began to write poetry. She started to reconnect with old friends, and she even made some new ones. As she looked in the mirror, Adelaide saw a person she hadn't seen in a long time. She saw a person who was strong, confident, and beautiful. She saw a person who was finally free to be herself, without the weight of Lucas's toxic behavior holding her b

I guess I do understand his words to some extent, he has always been the jealous type of man and with jealousy there always followed with drama of some sort. I will not deny or be oblivious to the fact that I too could get a little crazy with jealousy, but I had reason… good reason and he never had a single reason until recently that is. Out of everything we have said and done to each other in the past twenty-four hours his words of me being a problem where the one to hurt the most and only proof of why I was right to end our relationship in the first place. I honestly do love him, and I do believe he loves me too but our toxicity when together would be the thing to kill us both way before a

I wasn't his family, family was something you were ought to protect not to destruct, neither of all to betray in the worst way possible. "Enough Alantino, don't you dare call me your family. I have nothing to do with you. The sole purpose of our marriage was to ensure the working truce and I suppose it had broken when I ran away, protecting my pride. And about our relationship, I am only married to you in those bloody certificate. I will apply for divorce soon enough."

I spat. “You’re just terrified of losing me because I was easy to control, weren’t I? You’re scared you’ll never find another girl weak enough to let you pull the strings in the relationship just like I did because I fell hard for you!” “You're paranoid, jealous. Confusing possessiveness for love, and you seriously need help. Get your head checked before you go around calling this toxic obsession 'Love'. I’m done with you and this goddamn forsaken relationship!” I yelled, furious as I poured out my heart and thoughts.

‘She is not good enough’ he said between clenched teeth, and I could swear that I felt his hot breathe of fury brush my skin. ‘Boss, she looked just like the young ones on her-’ ‘Don’t I pay you enough to run background checks on every one of them?’ He gritted, still maintaining the space between us. And this time, I could feel his hands fingering my hair, and slowly running through every opening on my body. What is this? A test? Or is he a psychopath? I didn’t dare say a word, even though his hands brought back memories I didn’t want to remember. One that will hunt my nights for a long long time.

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

I sighed and replied begrudgingly, "I have loved him for nine years now. There's no unlinking him now." "Should I be concerned that you said you love him in present tense?" Gabby sat up, looking worried. "Oh, I never stopped loving him. That's why I almost gave this fucked up relationship a chance even after all the women and all the blackmail and all the manipulation. I somehow am incapable of not loving him." "You are talking like any victim in a toxic relationship." She noted. And I nodded, agreeing. It was true. There was nothing I could say to counter that.

"Nothing. You're just too concerned about Nishane, and I don't know why." The corners of my lips turned up in annoyance. "You know, that's not jealous anymore." "I'm not jealous." "Yes. That's because there's no trust. Just imagine that you are my girlfriend, but you're going to ask me like that?" "Khlea—" I messed up my own hair. "It's toxic, Allison." I looked at her seriously. Her eyebrows met even more. "What did you say? What is toxic? Which one?" "This relationship. Our relationship."