Toxic Romance 소설 & 이야기

However, everything flowed naturally. - It's all right about the routes Maria, explain to me the approach you were asked to take with Emiliano Romero. - I had some inconveniences, - she was looking at the floor, while trying to find the right words to justify her bad work performance - we went to Rio Negro, we tried to spend a "romantic" weekend - she made the quotation marks gesture with her hands - and everything turned out to be chaotic, sir. - I don't like talking to silly girls, I'm sure you're not one of those, please, don't waste my time.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again. Just as I found happiness, Katrina returned to snatch it away. Anger surged within me. "Why can't you see my love, Jonathan? I turned you into a vampire because I want to spend eternity with you-“ I cut her off, shouting. “You only love yourself, Katrina. You're obsessed with me. You killed my first love-“

He had only wanted to get my attention by being with her, but now he had caused irreparable damage. He couldn't meet my eyes, couldn't admit to his mistake. Instead, he placed all the blame on Darcy. Felix kicked Darcy to the ground and used a knife to ruin her face, making her suffer through everything I had endured. The excruciating pain shattered Darcy's dreams of marrying into a wealthy family. She screamed, begging for mercy.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

Her voice came out as a whine as she pouted her lips, staring at me with those doe eyes. “Yes I do.” “You do not.” “You’re going to talk about your weird enemies-to-lovers fantasy.” She pointed at me accusingly. “Because the chemistry is literally vibrating through the apartment.” “There is no chemistry.” I corrected, taking a sip of the tea. “There is rage.” “Yes.” “That is step one to every romance.” Oh for crying out loud. I stared at her flatly. “You consume too much romance content.” “You’re in denial.” I took a sip of tea instead of responding.

Regardless, I made love to her that night… in a room that belonged to my enemies, I made love to my mate just as I would have done if we were in our home. She took every stroke, kiss, and lick with heated passion and took turns in taking control with me. In fact, Zadie made love to me as well. She fucked me really good and didn't stop crying out for me as I glided in and out of her. She was sweaty. I was as well. But we rode it out together. Her pain slipped into my body and the toxic was detoxified as we drove ourselves madly insane… in pleasure. “Why isn’t it stopping?” Zadie cried, obviously still under the influence of the poison. “Why do I still want more?”

"My love feels chaotic? Psycho path ?" " Well Yes I am ! All of it, no doubt !" "Y..you a..are s..scaring m..me!" she said slowly but enough for him to hear. "We are in relationship where I gives you all access to my everything ! It feels like I am breathing…." "I didn't demand or requured anything from your sinful earning." this time she said loud and clear. " This relation is toxic . I can never reapect you and always find a chance to run. I need a safe future , not an uncertain, confused and agonized future Falcone!"