Twisted Lovestruck Novels & Stories

I had to. The man who had destroyed my father, who had forced me into this twisted game, couldn’t just be someone I allowed myself to feel something for. His words echoed in my mind—I love you. But how could I trust those words? He had lied to me before, manipulated me. The man who claimed to love me was the same one who had built an empire on the backs of people like my family.

He wrapped his hand around my neck, tightly gripping, enough for me to wince and gulp for easier breath; he didn't care though, he wanted this. "You ever pull somethin like that again, I ain't gonna hesitate to do worse, you got that?" He asked, sternly. My eyes began to well up with tears, I don't know why I was crying but I felt exhausted and traumatised, that was probably why I felt so distraught. He seemed to notice as he looked in to my eyes, frowning almost as his grip loosened around my neck, he opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, staying quiet. I watched as he glanced down at my lips, his face was close enough for me to feel his breath fan against my lips; tha

She wanted to slap him, to scream, but instead she found herself leaning into his touch, her heart breaking. “You’re impossible,” she whispered. “And yet I'm yours,” he replied, his voice raw. The silence between them was heavy, charged with tension. Ainara’s eyes burned with tears, her chest aching. “You don’t understand. I can’t choose you. I can’t risk everything for this.” Andres’ voice was steady, calm. “I’m not asking you to risk everything. I’m asking you to trust me. To stop pretending you don't love or care for me. I want you to give us a chance.”

I questioned as I swivelled my body to face him, it was a matter of trust, and I needed his faith as much as he deemed mine, our fate would be sealed, I just couldn't fathom how futile I would look if my mate doesn't trust me, taming each others infidelity, there was only one option, the option that had been adopted by several werewolves over history, He looked into my eyes like a child pleading, “I trust you to be the one for me and not for anyone, ever.” He said as he lift me straddling me against his hips. His hands-on my inner thigh and my slender soft hands wrapped around his neck, it was then I realized his hands were tickling me as they work their way up to my inner, goosebumps erupt

His laughter, devoid of warmth, echoed through the storm, drowning out her plea, "Suffocating? No, baby. This is love, true love. I will not allow any bastard to come between us, to steal what is rightfully mine." Jane's body trembled uncontrollably as she took a tentative step backward, her voice trembling, "Love should be about trust and respect." A twisted fury seized Adrian's heart, his voice rising to the top, "Trust and respect? You bitch dare to lecture me on love? Fine. Let's go then!" Driven by a mix of resentment and possessiveness, Adrian clutched Jane's arm forcefully, pulling her towards the car. She stumbled along, her body bruised not only from his grip but also from the emoti

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

Daisy on the other hand was determined not to see his plans excel, she was strategizing in her head and looking for ways to overcome this problem. Back at home, their parents were both worried about them, they kept calling and calling but their numbers were unavailable, they contacted the police and immediately they went in search of them. They drove to an isolated area, it seemed like a warehouse of some sort, Daniel brought out his gun, coming down ushered them to do the same, in fear they followed instructions, he signalled them to go inside, sat them down and tied them, “ Here is the plan and the most fun part", he started, he walked towards a wardrobe standing in front of the room, he o

This is real. It’s not just sex. It’s love. Twisted. Immoral. Doomed. But love, nonetheless. And I’m not letting it go. Ever.

I muttered disbelievingly, shaking my head. "I kid you not. Tristan, deep down, is in love with you, but he’s a broken man who is unsure how to go about it. So, he lashes out. He shows his passion for you in possessive, twisted ways meant to bind you closer to him. And your insistence on not sleeping with him? That is only making him more desperate to break you." She stated this with such a heavy air of certainty that my heart skipped a beat.

He is crippled. “What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screams. “You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said. “Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit from.” “Dad,” Melissa yelled, and her father kept mute for her. “I am not getting married to a cripple. The proposal is rejected,” Melissa said and walked out in anger. Lauren bit her lips and shook her head. She knows she will never reject such an offer like that.