Difficultlove Stories

Warning ⚠️: May include violence and disturbing themes. They call me a narcissist. She screams it at me, her voice cracking under the weight of her own anger, as if the word itself can wound me. I watch the way her hands tremble, how her eyes search my face for something-guilt, perhaps, or shame. I feel neither. "I am honoured," I reply, my voice as empty as the silence that follows. People often mistake emptiness for calm. They do not understand that it is something far more deliberate. I gesture toward the door without looking at her again. "Show her the exit." --- Ali Abbas. Managing Director of TerraForge. Ruthless. Cold. Mysterious. I skim through the ink they waste trying to understand me, then set the tabloid aside on the glass table. My reflection stares back at me-unimpressed, untouched. "I don't really understand the things they write about me," I murmur, though that isn't entirely true. People need stories to make sense of what they fear. --- Fear is a language I speak fluently. The man in front of me begs in broken sentences, his voice shaking, his body weaker than his desperation. "Please... I have children..." I watch him. Detached. Patient. Unmoved. He asks for time, as if time is something I owe him. I pull the trigger before he can finish the sentence. Silence returns. --- Ruthless. Cold. Indifferent. Merciless. I hear every word they use to define me, and every time, I find them lacking. "They do not describe me," I say quietly, watching the fear bloom in another pair of eyes. She steps back as I step forward. "They are too lenient." Her breath stutters. When she tries to run, I catch her easily, pulling her back into a reality she wishes to escape. "I am not what they call me," I whisper, my voice steady, certain. "I am worse." I pause, letting the truth settle between us like a verdict. They say a man like me can never be loved. "Why not?" And for the first time, it is not the world I am questioning.

Me, who am I? What am I? My desires and hopes. The goals I want to reach, my dreams, everything. Do I even have that? Not anymore because you know why, I sacrificed. I sacrificed all of it just for you. Just for your happiness and care. So that little smile on your face would stay. I didn't ask for anything in return. Really I just wanted your happiness. But somehow I thought that you would reward me for it, for what I did for you. Every wife wants her husband to love her. That's the only thing I wanted. Not much. Did I ask for too much? Maybe that's the reason to why my heart got shattered by the letter I received, the letter that had broken my inner completely, the letter that would break our bond, although it was hardly tithed up but it was still there in some way. But this letter would burn the untied bond to because today I received my nightmare, the divorce mare.

A story about vampires, werewolves and creatures from other worlds. The fight against good and evil with an added love story. The story of a powerful vampire trying to bring peace to a world filled of evil. Recently back from hiatus so uploads may take a while

You're born, you grow up, you make friends, you fall in love....... .... Maybe.... Love at first sight? Feels right, doesn't it? But what happenes when whatever you desire just doesn't reach to you? What happens when everything breaks and falls in front of your eyes yet you can't do anything rather than helplessly watching it fall? Tide of sadness, wave of guilt, edge-fall of anger and hate. Do check out my very first book Thank you.

It was the 1st day of school and she was supper exited she wanted to see her friend and meet new people and make new friends. She woke up early that morning wore her outfit and packed her backbag,she texted her friend (maxine) The text she sent: heyy, ur up? 7:35 After that she went to eat her breakfast and wait for her dad to wake up to take her to school. At school she walked to the classroom and saw her frensh teacher orgnising the classroom she asked her where's her seet She chowed her her seet and gave her a paper. She saw Her friend (maxine) and asked her about the paper she said it was about ur personal infos she took out her pencilcase and took a pen she started to whrite.

The Parker's and Johnson's were sworn enemies from generations and the most powerful families in Auckland. Claria Johnson was the youngest among her elder brothers Damien , Skyler , and Ashton. They were very overprotective over her and adored her to the most. Ezequiel Parker the Parker's one and only heir is the dream of Cambridge highschool's every girl . What will happen when they face each other daily in the same highschool? Will Claria and Ezequiel ever fall in love ?? Read to find out....

"Finding myself was losing him."

Imagine this: an ordinary boy sitting at a cafeteria table all alone. There's only insey tinsey problem with that image. Alexander is no normal boy. He's a genius. But he struggles with One thing- his emotions. He doesn't connect with people like you and me do. Until one day... bum bum BUMMMM He notices a new student in his school. Now this isn't gonna be your typical fall in love with a new girl and live happily ever after facade. Ok enough spoilers. Read if and see what happens if you're interested 😜

Ertugrul and Halime deeply love each other. It's like they are made for each other and no third person can even think to intrude in their love.But what if someone dares to do it? Ertugrul and Halime of course fought for their love and won this fight infact,very easily. What if the things would not have been that easy? What if they had to fight "A little More..."

This is a My Hero academia au, I'm taking banana fish characters and putting them in the world of My Hero academia. I hope you guys enjoy! (((I don't own banana fish or bnha)))

"We can't love each other anymore Zeyu. You are my sister's fiance. I don't want her to get hurt because we still love each other."-(Y/n) "But (Y/n), I don't love her. Why don't we just tell her our past? I know you still love me. I'm tired trying to hide my feelings to you when I'm in front of the two of you."-Zeyu

A boy and girl who goes same school always have hated each other. The boy was 17 and the girl was 13.Eventually they both started developing feelings for each other after a tragic incident which had occur...

When two persons have distinct paths but are destined together💗✨ True love is never easy especially when it's forbidden ❤️

This is a Jungkook FF It is a fantasy story which revolves around a girl and a boy both are very different yet same. This story is going to have a deep meaning not just a normal love story, but it will show how life and death fall in love with each other. Life brings happiness and death brings sadness. But they both are a integral part of our lives, although we only like happiness but sadness is as well necessary. You can easily forget a happy moment after ten years but sad moments are forever stored in our minds. This will be going to be a Jungkook fanfiction. "hahaha How can you like death ?" the boy asked with amusement "hahaha How can you like life? It only gives you hope sometimes and then breaks it so harshly that you are all broken" The girl said with a small smile. Why are they talking about death and life to know more read the story.

I have lived in Manhattan,NY for years until my mom feels we need a change of pace. I go from the fast life to loner in mystery town chasing after the guy who just as mysterious as the town itself. What happens when a suburban girl moves to Dark Water Falls and meets the guy who's A mystery to everyone. With a secret that if he told you he'd have to kill you.

a girl who has fallen in love with someone she could never imagine life with, is life as easy as they thought ?

I wake up, the dark blood dried blood is all over my left arm, my face is dried out by all the salty tears. ................................................................................... A cut on the soul is a stinging romantic story about Leah and her toxic love. ................................................................................... So if your looking for something sad, toxic and yet a bit spicy, It would mean the world to me if you checked this out:)

"Saudade..." He whispered. "Beg me your pardon?" She turned her head to look at him concerned. "I feel nostalgic longing when I'm near you." He gazed up at the starry sky. "I see your point." Smile came across her face when she smoothly brushed the surface of his palm. He didn't add that this particular feeling is something you feel when you had lost someone you once loved. It wasn't possible to have this kind of sensation in relation to her. They barely knew each other. But she looked and sounded so similar... No, it definitely wasn't possible. Or was it? (On the cover project I used Edoardo Tofano's painting called "Finally Alone")