Toxic Romance Novels & Stories

He was just a monster now. ‘Did you honestly think we would get to have a happily ever after? You were nothing but a toy for me. None of it was real. Every kiss, every touch, every ‘’i love you’’ meant nothing. It was a lie!’. ‘You’re just trying to hurt and upset me, you don’t mean it’. He laughed again. ‘I love you’. ‘Well, I don't love you’. He raised his fist, ‘and I never did!’... and then everything went black…

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

"This won't work Liam, our relationship won't work because I don't like you." Liam smiled grimly at Mila's determined tone and shook his head. "You don't have to like me to be my queen, you think the previous king and queen lived together because they loved each other?" Liam snorted. “What you saw was just an illusion, try to think more rationally. Your head is filled with the romantic stories Anna told you. Those stories are very unrealistic."

The internet defines a toxic relationship as "any relationship [between people who] don't support each other, where there's conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there's competition, where there's disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." The problem is... sometimes there's excitement in competition. Sometimes the disrespect and lack of support just makes you want someone more. Sometimes, the passion and intense feelings outweigh the negatives.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

From his intentions, it was clear, today he would take out all the stubbornness and fierceness of that arrogant girl to claim her and name her to himself. “Now let me see how you are going to free yourself from me. This time I am gonna give you another kind of gift.” Saying that, he leaned over her neck, and started kissing her. First, he was doing it softly by dropping light feathery kisses everywhere on her neck, but the very next moment, he turned fierce as he started biting her skin, turning more and more extreme in touching and ravishing her skin. He was giving pain to her, making her shed tears. What a cruel man he is! Aleezay was feeling an ache between her neck and throat.

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

"It's really not your fault. Or mine. It's just…things escalated. And I'm not sure if it was the right time. But it's no one's fault." He sighed. "Of course it's no one's fault. It wasn't a mistake, after all. It's just…you drive me crazy. And I'm just trying to distance myself so I don't go crazy." "Go crazy, for all I care," I said. "Just…don't avoid me like that." He laughs and kisses my forehead, and then my lips. "If you say so, my lady." Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more days of soaking the last of the autumn sun and breathing in the crisp air–and finally finishing that book I was reading–we had to return to Valeria.