Uncontrollable Love Novels & Stories

Pain spread through her body in sharp, stabbing waves. She tightened her jaw and tried to struggle free. The harder she tried, the more trapped she felt. Her face grew pale. Sweat formed slowly on her forehead. Suddenly, the heart monitor at the bedside let out a loud, piercing alarm. Sophia smiled. “Want to know? Why don’t you check for yourself?” She tilted her head. Her fingers lightly touched Henry’s face. Her voice stayed soft and intimate. “You love me so much. Why are you still unwilling to take responsibility?”

I gave him a big hug and he yanked my hair again. I have this intense feeling of deep affection, feeling of profound admiration, as we accept our flaws, I want to share everything with him, my fears, secrets, and I feel a sense of protection over him. We are honest with each other, but then, I can't help going through his phone. I must have contacted the obsession virus from Nicholas as he broke the trust I had for human beings.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

“If it were another time, I would have said I am pathetic. I had condemned love; I had seen men that fell for it as simpletons, and I was confident this emotion will never hit me. I was known for it. But now, I am the worst of the fools. I cannot even control myself. I had been to the healer severally to give me a portion to ease the effects or wash it away from my system, but he said nothing can be done and I am drunk with it. This is a strong and strange emotion, Laika.” I wiped my tears and sniffed. I do not even know what to say. “I know most people out there call me pathetic now. But I cannot help it. This is the only thing I have never been able to control in my life. I was always in c

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.

“Just stop. You don’t get to say that word to me. You don’t get to say love after what you did. After you filmed me. After you kept those videos. After you let the world see me come apart for you. You don’t get to sit here shirtless and talk about carrying me to bed like it was sweet. It wasn’t sweet. It was sick. You were supposed to protect me. Instead you used me. You turned me into something for your camera. For your ego. For your dick.” He flinched—visibly. His hands clenched on his knees. “I never meant—” “You never meant for anyone to see?” I laughed, bitter and wet. “But they did. Uncle Ray saw. Strangers saw. Sarah saw. Jonas saw. Everyone saw me naked, begging, calling you Daddy wh

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."

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.”

Perhaps his feelings for her had faded completely. Conal sat across from Azura, uneasy on the inside. His mind and heart are at odds with each other. It's hard to choose love and hate. Conal is being controlled by hatred and love that have taken over his body. He loved her deeply, but the thought of his family being murdered by her father was unbearable. He did not pity her when he injured her with his own hands; he thought this was the price she had to pay for her father. Azura lied to him; she knew everything but chose to conceal it. His heart had become emotionless and empty. She profited from his love, took advantage of his trust to gain sympathy, and demanded that he forgive her father'

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.