When Love Is A Lie Novels & Stories

My entire being screams for him as if he is the only reason I'm alive right now. Since then, I've become aware of how unhealthy this is. My love for him has gone beyond obsession at this point, but I can’t help it. I’m too dependent on him, somehow, loving him is almost become synonymous with breathing. I’m drowning from this love and he is the only one that can save me. Our gazes locked for a few seconds before I averted my gaze and cast a glance to the side where some of my family members are standing. I observe them for a moment and notice that the initial surprise from what I said earlier has faded.

she said, laughing in a low voice for fear of Allen overhearing their conversation. Samantha's eyes widened with shock. "Excuse me? she said, looking at Kris. "Yes, Samantha. There's no boyfriend who abuses me. I only used that as a ticket to get back into Allen's life. I knew he won't turn me down. He used to love me, remember? Oh and you better not plan to tell him, because he won't believe you. He trusts me and believes everything I tell him. If you think he is going to believe you over me, try telling him that I faked being abused by my boyfriend and see who he believes more" Kris said.

I asked, hoping she would finally calm herself. "Okay, babe. Just make sure you're safe and let me know immediately after you arrive. I love you," she replied and I smiled at her. "I love you too, babe," I said to her, feeling kind of guilty for lying to her. The truth is, anytime I told Alice that I loved her, I always felt really bad about it because it was a lie and I didn't mean it wholeheartedly. I sometimes wonder how I could have fallen out of love with her even when I thought that such a thing would never happen and I felt guilty towards her that I felt this way but at the same time, I couldn't hold on to my guilt for too long.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

"I don't know what I did to deserve the Moon Goddess sending you to me. I was so sure I'd have to settle for an arranged marriage, Giavanna, like so many other people in my pack." Sebastian kissed her chest once before standing. He slid his thumb over her bottom lip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I knew what love would be like, and this, this feeling is greater than anything I imagined." Giavanna gasped at the raw emotion on Sebastian's face, his blue eyes darkening as his gaze shifted to her parted lips. His hands slipped under her thighs, and he lifted her up off the table. Her arms wrapped around his neck, briefly panting against his mouth before frantically

I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression. "Why? Isn't it true?! Nothing really happen, right? Now, tell me, who got you pregnant?!" "Have you forgotten about the party last week?! We made love!" "Love your face! Ha! Me? I guess you're with someone else that time. You were drunk then, weren't you? Don't fucking trick me, Hailey!" I shook my head. He's lying… I'm sure he is and he's just making a way to escape his responsibility.

Worse still, a foul stench came from her. "Carlotta, who would've thought that you'd end up in my hands one day?" Chiara said with a chuckle. Then, her expression contorted viciously as she gritted her teeth. She spat with intense hatred, "If it hadn't been for you, I would never have ended up like this! Why can't you just die, Carlotta?" Her face was filled with such loathing that it distorted her features. She went on, "Why is it that no matter how hard I struggled to climb upward, I ended up like this? Why is it that even after being defiled so thoroughly, everyone still loves and favors you?

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

Cried when I mentioned the babies we lost. And for the first time in years, I felt seen. I should’ve known better. Because love—true love—doesn’t grow from wreckage unless something else is buried beneath it. And the man I started to fall for? He wasn't my husband. Not really. He was a lie dressed in my husband's skin. Now I’m trapped in a web I didn’t spin, playing wife to a man who was sent to end me. And the worst part? I think I love him.

Viktor said finally. "We're making a point," Lyra replied. "You want us to believe love is weakness? Then explain why you've spent twenty-five years trying to destroy other people's love instead of just moving on with your life." I had the key. Working quickly but quietly, I unlocked the ankle restraints. On the monitor, I could see that Lyra had freed herself too. We were both ready. "Because," Viktor's voice was filled with rage now, "love is a lie that ruins everything it touches! It makes people stupid, careless, and vulnerable! If I can prove that to you.."