Uncontrollable Love Bl Novels & Stories

What kind of human she is? Jordan chuckled sarcastically. “See? I was right. After what you did to me and Abram, do you expect me to love you? Then let me tell you Stella, the girl I love is right there”, Jordan said and pointed his finger towards Anastasia . Anastasia widened her eyes. “Did he just confess that he loves me?” Anastasia thought. She was not expecting to hear all this in this situation. She still couldn’t believe it. Stella’s blood boiled. Jordan continued. “I love her not because of her appearance, I love her for how selfless she is, how she always prioritizes other’s wishes and never even complains about it which YOU can never relate to.” Jordan said showing his finger towar

She shoved back to jump out of the bed. "No, I can't wait for more, I want you, I want to love you, want to make passionate love," He grabbed her from the waist to stop her from moving. He unzipped her gown from her back. She gasped and straightened her upper body with a tremor.

Maybe love was more deeper than we think. Maybe no matter how the years went by, it was always there. It never fade, it was there, expressing itself in Little ways. Not all love could fade alway quickly. I knew nothing about the word love, before he came, before the day I spotted him at the bar. And maybe I was wrong to think I could be the only one in his heart'. And I was wrong to think things could work between us. People made crazy decisions because they were blinded by love. And I didn't think, I just wanted him, and seeing him yearn over someone else was too much to bear.

Like love was a weapon someone had just handed him, and he needed instructions on how to use it. I smirked slightly. “Nothing,” I said. He frowned. “Nothing?” “Yes. That’s usually how it starts. You don’t do anything. You just slowly realize you’re already in too deep.” He didn’t look convinced. “I don’t like things I can’t control,” he said. I chuckled quietly. “That’s exactly why love is dangerous for people like you.” He looked at me slightly. “People like me?” “People who are used to controlling everything,” I said. People who always have a plan. People who don’t panic. People who don’t hesitate.”

His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it. "You're trembling, my sweet wife. And your perfume..." He took a slow, deliberate breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. "Vanilla? My file said Kendra only wears French jasmine. Tell me... are you afraid of a blind man? Or are you afraid of me finding out who you really are?" Avery’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Before she could even gasp, Damien pulled back, a ghost of a cold, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

He was trembling—not from cold, but from something that seemed to be releasing inside him after years. "I..." he tried to speak, but his voice failed. "I don't know how to do this without using you. I don't know how to love you without trying to control you. This... this is so much bigger than I expected." I ran my thumbs over his face, wiping the tears. "Then don't control," I replied. "Just... love me. Without a plan. Without an agenda. Without trying to fix me." Harvey took a deep breath. He began to move.

The only word I was able to say was SORRY. He was trying to get an explanation from me for what I did to him while he was trying to control himself. Why did I never contract him? Why do I hide the fact I was never in love with him? What am I doing here in LA? He looked so frustrated yet so happy to look at me. I could tell he was happy to see me but very angry for lying to him for all these years. It was not just an ordinary joke. His veins popped up due to anger.

The night air was crisp, but she felt a warmth radiating from within, fueled by her determination to dig deeper. Meanwhile, Asher stood at the window of his office, silhouetted against the glow of the cityscape. He watched Charlotte leave, his heart in turmoil. Conflicting emotions stirred within him—attraction and admiration intertwined with an overwhelming sense of responsibility and the burden of his family's legacy. He felt drawn to her, captivated by her spirit and resolve, yet the complexities of troubles loomed like dark clouds on the horizon, threatening to pull everything part.

A month later, while browsing the news, I came across a viral headline that read, "Shocking! Man Blinds His Wife for His Childhood Sweetheart—Only to Find Out She Was Faking It, So He Takes Her Eyes Instead!" The post started with a video. The footage was taken inside Cedric's home. Cedric was frantically trying to dig out Celine's corneas with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them out.

“The annoying part is, anytime I tried to enquire if his leaving me was as a result of something bad I did to him, he kept saying it had nothing to do with me, but rather with him.” “Mum. I have a feeling there was a force he couldn’t control and he was scared to tell you of it openly in your face.” “Whatever it is. I’m glad I didn’t allow it ruin me a second time. I thank God I’d you then.” Drawing close to hold her in a tight hug. She spoke over her shoulders. “You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself