Romans & histoires Toxic Romance

She shoved him again. “You think I want this? You think I want you?” her voice cracked, raw, feral, beautiful in its desperation. “You’re not some romantic anti-hero, Dominic. You’re not a broken savior. You’re toxic. You’re poison. You swallow people whole and spit them out in pieces.” He was breathing hard now. His hands curled at his sides. His chest heaved. His eyes shimmered with something unspoken. And she saw it. The guilt. The grief.

The two guys were conversing with one another when Sofia casually inquired about Inez, to whom Inez openly answered the questions. "How did you two first met?" Sofia questioned with excitement because she adored them together. She had no idea how toxic they were, even though they appeared to be created for each other. Damien responded by placing his hands on hers and saying, "She kissed me and I fell love her, that's all. Half-truth: She kissed him, but his obsession with vengeance caused him to go blind. Sofia murmured, "Aww..how sweet," as she regarded them.

We weren’t official, not in any sense, yet we were drawn together by something neither of us wanted to admit: an addiction to the tension, to the danger, to each other. Hints of secrets lingered in Adrian’s words, in the half-smiles that suggested he was hiding more than he let on. Yet the pull between us was too strong to resist. I wanted him, desperately, and he seemed to want the same. And in that want, a dangerous game began — one neither of us fully understood, yet neither could stop. Iris knew she was stepping into something she couldn’t control. Something toxic. Yet as Adrian leaned close, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face with a smirk, she couldn’t bring herself to pull aw

"This is why I wanted you dead. You only have eyes for that Scorpion. I don't know how he managed to win your heart. But goddamn it he is one lucky bastard." His words cycled in my brain like the world’s most horrifying mantra. "You…you poisoned me?" The question was barely a whisper. Romano rolled his eyes, a dark frown creasing his brow. "Wow, it seems your lover didn’t tell you. Yes, I poisoned you. If I can’t have you, no one can. Don't forget that you are my angel. I spent a lot of money on you; that was the biggest financial loss of my entire career. I wanted you for real... but how did you treat me?" He paused, placing a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. "Like a piece of shit!

He had treated me kindly and it was only right that I did the same for him. That was what I thought of him, but each time, I always felt short, I always played right back into the hands of the same person who played me those years ago. I still couldn't understand why toxicity was still so attractive, why it drew me in like a moth to a flame. Deep down, I knew the consequences of being with Dante. My father could probably die from heartbreak, my children would be ashamed of me and I would look like a fool. All these things would happen if I finally gave in to him again but I was still drawn to him despite the dire consequences.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

**Disclaimer:** This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- **Chapter Six: Isolde** Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

My dad says with a tired sigh. I know he is exhausted because of the rogue attack we've been getting but I don't care. I want something and I want it now and nothing else matters until I get what I want. “I will reject him whenever he shows up. I'm madly in love with Dante and not even the moon goddess can stop me from being with the man I love with the toxic mate paring shit. Can't you see the damage that system has caused? I think it's time to break the circle and I'll make sure it starts with me."

His name still played at the edge of my mind, his voice laced with the same dangerous devotion I saw in Asher’s eyes when he looked at Dante. A vampire. Yes, it was a freaking forbidden romance. My story had not ended with whispers of awe or admiration, it had ended in the taste of blood, the shock of loss, and a silence so final it still rang in me years later. I drew a shaky breath, turning slightly so no one would notice the way my hands gripped themselves. “Careful what you admire,” I murmured more to myself than to the wolf. “Sometimes love ztrong enough to defy the world is strong enough to destroy it.”