Unsound Relationship Novels & Stories

We were a picture of a cute romantic couple from the outside but only we knew, how many times I had to break before I admitted to myself that there was nothing in this relationship for me - no love, no respect, no trust, no understanding, no peace… not even hatred. This was a purely convenient relationship meant just for the convenience of my darling daughter. “Did you think I was going to let you go meet him by yourself?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “He is not going to hypnotise me into joining his cult or whatever in the eye of the public, Jackson.” I said. “And he is not going to hurt me physically either.” “I don't know. He is capable of anything. He might just do both that without any r

Everything was too much and I was tired of not being heard or listened to. “I was only in danger before because none of you listened to me or trusted me and what I was feeling. I wasn’t—I am not weak. I can take care of myself. You are my mates. My family. Yet you always shut me down. You aren’t listening and you don't pay attention to how I feel. You never think about how I’m feeling or what I’m really needing. You all claim that you love me but it’s clear that none of you really know how to love someone. You don’t know how to be in a real relationship as partners. I’m not some prize to be won or a fragile doll for you to protect. You are all basically the worst mates ever,” I screamed. I t

"Yara, the way you've squandered my hard-earned money… You might as well have stabbed me with a knife. Didn't you always say you wanted to cut ties with this family? Fine. I'll cut ties with you!" No matter how much I tried to explain, she refused to believe me. In the end, I let out a weary sigh. "Jocelyn, I'll say it one more time. I never went to college. When I said I wanted to cut ties, I meant with this family. Not with you." Andrew sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "Of course. How could you ever bear to cut ties with Jocelyn, someone you see as a walking ATM?"

"Built our empire when everyone said three foster kids with nothing would fail. Stayed together when most partnerships dissolve within five years." "Maybe we can do this too," I finish. Marco refills our glasses. "To insanity," he toasts. "To brotherhood," Harvey adds. "To Isabel," I say. "And hoping she's worth all of this." "She is," all three of us say simultaneously. We drink and just like that, we've agreed to the impossible. Three men. One woman. A relationship that defies every conventional rule. It's insane and complicated and probably doomed to fail but we're going to try anyway because we're in love, because we're brothers and because losing each other—any of us—is worse than the r

“Sierra–” “Nope! I don't care anymore,” I roared. ​He flinched, recognizing the terrifying control in my voice. ​“You want to explain? Fine. Let me explain our relationship to you first,” I uttered in a lethal murmur. “​We are not a real couple. We are not in love. We have never been in love.” My voice cracked on the final word, but I pushed through the pain. “We are nothing but a debt arrangement. So we have the freedom to love someone else, to kiss them, to have sex with them. None of us should care and stay out of each other's business.” ​The color drained completely from his face, replaced by a dark and dangerous flush. My brutal honesty didn't bring him relief, it brought the kind of fu

Perhaps, I hope I could find the one who killed my family in their pack? I've read books about werewolves, but I didn't thought that they were real. I don't even know which book I've read was the real definition and culture of werewolves. But most stories have plenty of common. Like perhaps, the unbreakable bond between two mates. After a few minutes, I saw a... A mansion not too far from where we are. I can feel Ethan getting tired even if it was only a short run. I pity him... A little. No one said that I should ride on him. It was his fault thinking he could probably handle our weight.

We continued to move forward even with a lot of things happening in between regardless if things became exhausting. I have to admit that everything was always out of control. There was too much to remember to do, too much to remember not to do, and none of it really made sense. It was, at times, hard, uncomfortable, and unpleasant. We spent the rest of our relationship doing unnatural things to make each other happy without any idea if the other was still happy. It started to turn into a disaster.

It’s never anything good. Over time, the relationship becomes too one-sided, too unbalanced. I guess that can happen in human relationships as well when you have one voice loud, and the other quiet. But after the mate bond forms and you have your mate's voice in your head, the loudness is inescapable.

People didn't change their minds that quickly, did they? But then, our relationship had never followed a normal trajectory. Perhaps this was just another violent swing of our dysfunctional pendulum.