Uncontrollable Love Bl Novels & Stories

Something that made opposing convergence possible despite divine design appearing to serve Cole's purposes through creating exact structure he needed. Love was variable divinity couldn't control. Free will was constant goddess preserved. Choice was element that made outcomes uncertain despite circumstances being orchestrated. Luna's love for mates wasn't predetermined. Wasn't controlled. Wasn't guaranteed despite bonds being blessed. Love was choice. Was decision. Was proving free will real through being unpredictable despite everything else being manipulated toward specific ends.

There is a curse feeding on this bloodline," he says, his voice like silk over razors. "It feeds not on hatred as most curses do. But on something far more insidious on love that has been twisted and corrupted by fear." I narrow my eyes, fighting the urge to leap across the table and shake answers from him. "What exactly does that mean? Stop speaking in riddles." "If you chase desperately after what hides just beyond love," he murmurs, seemingly unbothered by my anger, "if you reach too far in your desperation to protect, it will feed voraciously on your very soul until nothing remains." I feel a cold shiver crawl up my arms despite the warm room, raising goosebumps across my skin. "What hid

"It's not that you're useless. Loving someone can make you blind. Some emotions are just uncontrollable. You're not alone in feeling this way." "Really?" Rosalie asked hoarsely. "Yes. Once you fall deeply in love with someone, even if they have a thousand flaws, you can't help but care for them. You'll miss them, feel sad for them, suffer for them, and even lose yourself for them. Love is beautiful, but it's also full of blindness and pain. Once you're in love, no one can escape it," he answered, his tone unusually serious. "What about you? Have you ever loved me—even for a few minutes or even for a few seconds?" Rosalie asked, holding him tightly as he gazed out at the swaying tree branches

The weapon he was using against me. “In the end, love and control are complex and hard elements which are deadly ticking bombs when found on the same page. We might never be able to understand it fully but while love could be a force for good, control could be the destructive force which could rip apart what is destined to be.” “Crane” Elias moaned my name softly after he dropped the last part. I bursted a nut so hard that the muscles of my eyelids weakened and my head swirled in dizziness. My breathing got heavy and required lots of effort. My fingers vibrated dangerously as they slowly abandoned my now decreased pound of meat.

She asked seriously, looking at her hands devoid of emotions as an intense grief flickered in her eyes, reflecting the dismay. “Why can’t you just throw me out of your life and end this loop of dismal?” “Loving you is beyond my control.” I replied, not removing my eyes from her delicate face which was somehow nervously biting her lips. “My feelings for you are uncontrollable, they turn me into something I never was.” I urged to kiss her with all my passion but it’s not possible as I watched her lost in disquiet sensations. “Don’t you think it’s not love but rather the bond?” She asked and I spoke the words I shouldn’t have, the words which are buried and never supposed to leave my lips.

And now, stripped of all that, he recognized the futility of it. "I thought control was the same as affection," he admitted aloud, the sound rough in the quiet room. "I thought... if I could manage every angle, every choice, every word, then I could keep you. I thought I could prevent chaos, prevent heartbreak, prevent yourself from leaving me-and in doing so, I forgot what love truly was. I forgot that love is free. It's messy, uncontrollable, and entirely yours."

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」

I push forward almost making Aiden stumble back as I look at Vincenzo dead in his different colored eyes that aren't cold but are filled with fire. "You stay away from Love. Dont name her, dont even think about her." Vincenzo doesn’t flinch as my fists are clenched, but I force myself to remain still, to keep control...just barely, just enough. He tilts his head, his lips curling into that signature smirk that always seems to make my blood boil.

Almost like they were saying: we believe in you. I turned to Luna. "Gather the team. All of them. We just found our weapon against The Unmaker. And it's been there all along." "What weapon?" I smiled through tears. "Love. Chaotic, unpredictable, beautiful love. The one thing perfect order can never understand or control." My parents had taught me that lesson their entire lives. Now I was going to use it to save existence itself.

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,