Uncontrollable Love Novels & Stories

He increased pressure on my clenched fists and said; "promise me, Arya." "I promise," the words slipped my tongue on their own. "I love you, Arya. You will always be cherished in my dreams. You will always have my heart with you. Not a piece of my heart, you have the whole thing. This is something you can't refuse to give me. I have the freedom to love you insanely, to love you like there is no returning back. This is something none of us have control over. And I think that is the special thing about love- it is uncontrollable. You can't tame this wild beast."

“But I overestimated myself. I thought that I could resist temptation, but I fell from grace. But even if my body sank into depravity, you’re the only one in my heart.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his chest. “I love you, Carol, only you.” “Sorry, but I don’t.” Carol pulled her hand away. She did not want to listen to his lies anymore. “You can’t even control your own body. You have no right to talk about love with me.” “I don’t? Does Titus have the right, then?” “At the very least, he can control his libido!” “But he can’t control his feelings!” Carol’s heart leapt to her throat. “What do you mean?”

"But I know she belongs to him. I would never come between them, never try to take her away. How do you stop a feeling that grows inside you, even when you know it's wrong?" Caleb watched his cousin, understanding the inner battle Gabriel was facing. "Love isn't something you can control, Gabriel. It doesn't follow reason or logic. But you can control what you do with it. You know Cassian and Hailey love each other. You can't come between them. You have to be strong enough to accept that."

Pure love. First time I saw him. First argument. Proposing. The wedding. Lyra's birth. The mate bond shattering. Him becoming between. Him dissolving. Learning to love him distributed. The anniversary. This morning's silence. And still choosing him. Still loving him. Still believing what we had was worth everything. All of it. Every moment. Every choice. I poured it into the bonds. The Administrator staggered. "That's—there's too much—" "That's the point. Love isn't controlled. Isn't perfected. It's overwhelming. Terrifying. Beautiful. Messy. Everything."

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

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.

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

"You mean to say that you will just allow her to love you even though you can't love her back???" "Well, it is not as if she will stop loving me if I told her to stop feeling that way towards me, anyway. Love can't be forced to someone. At the same time, it cannot be taken away easily too. We can't control who we should and we should not love " We can't control who we should and we should not love... We can't control who we should and we should not love... We can't control who we should and we should not love... Those last words continued to resound inside Jaces's mind. It was like a cassette tape played in an endless loop.

“Listen, you little fuck, unlike you, I have complete control over my desire. And if I’m going to fuck her, again and again, it’s because I love her.” “I don’t want to watch it! Turn it off!” Una shouted again as she heard Will talk about her on the screen. “Are you convincing me or yourself? Love? Go on a year without fucking her and then I’ll believe you that what you have for her is indeed love. Be real, bro. Don’t worry. I don’t judge. I’m pretty sure your girl loves some dick action every day too. Those whores do.” “‘What did you just say?”

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.