Twisted Lovestruck Novels & Stories

my heart lies with you just give me back my tears in vain just unbreak my heart my love and all the things that caused the pain come back and give me back your hug come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you you were my destiny you left me broken in thousand pieces and it reflects nothing to see I can't love again in life with all that is left is pain ◇PARV POV◇ What she mean she likes him am I the fool here loving her for all these years I loved her more than anything how can you do this candy he hurted you bloody he slapped but you said you like him

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past. Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re embarrassed. Makes me want to bend you over this couch and remind Nicole exactly who this pussy belongs to.” I whimpered, squirming on his lap. His cock was getting harder beneath me, pressing insistently against my ass. “You’re evil… She already saw enough.” Nicole pretended to cover her ears. “Okay, okay, I’m going to check on the food before I need therapy. Do not make a mess on my couch, you two!” As soon as she disappeared into the kitchen, Tristan turned me slightly in his lap so I was straddling him. He cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, obsessive, and filled with that twisted love that always pulled me un

⚯͛ We're all a little weird, and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE. -- Dr. Seuss ⚯͛ H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy "Which one is better?" I opened my arms and looked at both Tay and Jo. Both their eyes were narrowed and there was a judging look in their eyes. Right now they looked legit like twins.

Tristan stumbled over his words, clearly flustered. He let out a sigh. "You know, the café wasn't the first time I've seen you. I've seen you at local bookstores, the city's library, and sometimes on your school field trip. But you were always glued to your books until I didn't see you for a whole month. I was kinda stalking you until the café incident, and for some reason, I wanted to know you. I know my past isn't the best, and sometimes I asked myself if I could ever love again. You made me break that promise, and I know I'm not making a mistake this time. But Willow, will you marry me?" He brought out a box revealing a diamond ring. My tears couldn't hold back, and I facepalmed myself. T

Winson murmured, biting his lip playfully. Lorain set the glasses down and walked toward him, her steps slow and teasing. She climbed onto the bed and leaned over him. Their lips met — soft at first, then deepened with passion. “I love you, Lorain,” Winson whispered between kisses. “I promise… I’ll never make the same mistakes again.” “I love you too, Winson,” Lorain replied. And in that moment, their love was sealed once more — not just with vows, but with hearts that had finally found their way back home.

I poked my head out cautiously, peering through the crack in the door. Tristan lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Ms. Lovelace's waist in a desperate attempt to use his own body to block her path. "I feel so hot all of a sudden, Ms. Lovelace. Why don't we do it here? I've learned a few new tricks. I promise I'll make you feel good…" Tristan hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, attempting to use the most primal method possible to divert her attention. Ms. Lovelace came to an abrupt halt.

"You only realize the value of a bloodline once it’s been spilled. But by then... the ice has already cracked." Tristan’s fist connected with Jim’s jaw with the force of a battering ram. The crack echoed through the bar. Jim staggered, blood blooming at the corner of his mouth, but he started laughing. "Are you in love with her?" Tristan’s voice was a raw, primal howl. He looked like an animal about to lose the human side of his soul. "In love with an Ashford?" Jim scoffed, wiping the blood with the back of his hand. "I’ve bedded she-wolves from every pack from here to the Ironfang borders. Why would I want a woman who’s been broken by a Crowne?"

“That’s right. Twisted love is the only love you need now.” Sarah cried softly in her chains, but I barely noticed. The echo inside me had become pure twisted pleasure. Every thrust, every whisper, every jealous spark made me wetter. Damien pulled me close in the middle of another round and whispered, “I love owning your shattered pieces. You’re my perfect broken girl.” I came again from his words alone, my body convulsing. “Thank you for breaking me,” I moaned back.

I can't love her and leave her craving me for the rest of her life. Moonstruck. That's what they call it when a human or a witch mates with a wolf and becomes so entangled with them emotionally that they can never feel whole again without their touch. Maybe if she had more experience, another lover's touch to compare with mine, but she doesn't. She's only had me. If I take her now, she might become tied to me even without a mate bond.