Unsound Relationship Novels & Stories

She smiles at him. "Poly relationships can be amazing Marcus, as I told you with all the mess over Alena, one built on lies on the fact one of the people in the relationship couldn't stop themself from shagging someone else is messed up and won't work. All you have to do is look around us, Marcus, how many use the business that we know and how much they thrive because they did it right." Marcus nods, he didn't know. "I didn't know you wanted that so much." Anaya nods laughing.

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?"

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.

I ended up with a perverted brat boy, which me off. I remember, when I was in a relationship with Mas Rangga, there was no scandal and no drama at all, it seems monotonous and bores me. But is it true that this kind of relationship I dreamed of? Fights all the time? Don't trust each other's partners. Secretly in the back, betray each other and stab each other. Argh... I'm tired of thinking about a relationship with Gerald that never found a smooth path. There's just no problem and drama.

“Yes, it is. Let me guess. You want her to leave her quit her job, uproot her father from his facility, that he loves and is thriving at, move out of her apartment, lose all sense of her own identity, so she can move in with you and do nothing?” “Why do you make it sound so bad?” Will retorted. “Because it is! It’s terrible! That’s not how relationships work!” “Then what am I supposed to do? I don’t know how this works. Do I just see her sometimes and let her just… do whatever?

I said, my voice low and angry. “What, you won’t have mind-blowing sex and a lot of fun?” “It could work,” I insisted. “What could work?” “A… a relationship.” “Yeah, if you’re all three of those ‘See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil’ monkeys rolled into one,” she snorted. “Although I guess it’d be more like ‘See No Sexin’, Hear No Sexin’, Speak No Sexin’.”

He continued with a hint of exasperation, "Mandy has issues with low blood sugar. In fact, her face was pale just now. Besides, we were taking our graduation photo, not our wedding photos." I nodded. "Which is why I'm not making a fuss over it. I just want to break up." He narrowed his eyes. "Are you serious?" "Yes." "Sure," he said with a smile. "You'd better not come to me begging to get back together later on." He was certain that this time would play out like the countless times before. He was sure that this breakup was just one of my antics born out of my tantrum. That had indeed been the case in the past.

Then all of those good things slid into chaos and destruction. Me and my mates started off in the worst way possible. Between the hatred, the violence, and the betrayal—on all of our parts—it wasn’t exactly the healthiest way to start a relationship. Especially one that’s meant to be permanent and lasting. But I have to hope that we’ll keep moving toward something better. We’ve been through hell, but I have to believe that all the pain we’ve been through will lead to something good. All the bullshit will somehow just make our bond stronger in the end.

I spoke the entire thing in a go while looking at Rudra. He nodded slightly, understanding my words. "But yes. The kind of love you have for her and the kind of relationship you have right now, it's toxic as fuck and no one deserves toxicity like that in their lives. Not Kiara and not even you. So trust me when I say that, if you guys do form a relationship, it's going to pull out the worst versions of you two," I confessed. Yes. I believed that. No matter how much Rudra loved KM or how much KM was eager to give him a chance for their wedding. They were toxic to each other. They were like each other's poison. A poison that would end by killing each other.