Uncontrollable Love Novels & Stories

"I don't want these improvements. I won't stop him from doing anything, just keep me with himself, don't take me away from him ." “You know that love is a very precious and lofty emotion. And it is natural for someone to be madly in love. It is beyond the power of man to throw someone's love out of his heart. But after falling in love, it is up to man to control his actions and movements. You love him, do it a thousand times, you must love him, but don't let your madness come out of your heart, daughter. Don't fall so low that you will go to hell. So why do you underestimate your love, why do you offer your precious feelings cheaply, why are you bent on denying your caste. Do not take his lo

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.

I ain't saint, I am more likely a demon hiding in a quiet place. Trust me, I did all the things I can. I avoided him for days, blocked him, never tried to look at him and everything I can to not do it again. But you know what's funny? I ended up liking him. Talking biologically, heart is muscle that is involuntary, you can't control it. So, does that mean it is also the same with feelings? So, here's the question. Is love controllable? I mean, does your self need to be in control of heart?

It made her feel responsible for involving so many people in her mess. “Don’t say that. After all, love is uncontrollable. Hanson can’t forget you, just like I can’t forget him, even though I know how much he loves you. Love is strange like that. No one is to blame for this. I can only say we’re just not meant to be.”

“That you don’t trust me? That you’re trying to control every breath I take because of some sick need to own me?” His jaw tensed. “No. Because I love you.” The room tilted for a moment. I laughed short, sharp, ugly. Did he just say love? "Love doesn’t look like this, Kyl." "I am just your fuck-buddy, stick to the script" He stepped closer. “No. It doesn’t. Not for normal people. Not for people who haven’t been gutted open by abandonment, humiliated by lies, taught that control is the only way to survive.”

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.

He wasn’t powerful anymore. He was caught. And I survived him. That night, I watched him through the glass of the holding cell. No remorse. Just rage. But it didn’t scare me. It pitied me. Because I knew what he never would. Love—real love—isn’t about control. It’s about release. And I was finally, completely free.

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.

“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

she protested weakly, "I do not wish to marry him. I do not love him." "Love is a luxury that few can afford, child," Aunt Mary replied, her lips thinning. "You will marry the Duke and you will learn to be a good wife to him. You do not have a choice." Rose felt a chill run down her spine. Her aunt was not one to make idle threats, and she knew that she would have to obey her wishes, no matter how much it pained her.