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Psycho Love Story

My love story turmoils

In the quiet solitude of my youth, I believed I had found love. Like many others before me, I was captivated by the romanticized notions that society painted on the canvas of my mind. I thought love was just an exhilarating feeling that would electrify my senses and sweep me off my feet. Little did I know that true love was a journey, one filled with tumultuous storms that would test the strength of my heart. It was in the depths of my longing that I met her, the girl who would forever change the course of my romantic journey. Her beauty was a mesmerizing blend of grace and innocence, a sight that easily bewitched any onlookers. I found myself falling head over heels for her, only to have my heart crushed when she confessed her love for my friend. The realization pierced through my soul, leaving behind a deep ache that seemed impossible to heal. Life, it seemed, was determined to teach me the art of resilience. Time after time, I found myself facing rejection from the girls I admired. Each rejection carved another scar on my already battered heart, fueling a growing fear of never finding the love I desperately craved. But even amidst the pain, I refused to give up hope, for I knew that one day love would find its way to me. In an unexpected twist of fate, I found myself caught in a delicate web of emotions. It was a time when forbidden love seemed to whisper in the wind, tempting my heart towards a forbidden path. In an act of desperation, I treaded on shaky ground, taking a step too close to my cousin's lover. She claimed their love had faded, and in a moment of weakness, I almost succumbed to the allure of her presence. Yet destiny intervened, allowing me to see the consequences that awaited, saving me from a love that would only lead to further turmoils Amongst my circle of friends, my lack of a girlfriend became a constant source of amusement. They teased and jested, their joviality masking the hollowness that echoed within my heart. Their words stung, reminding me of my own perceived inadequacy. But even in the face of their laughter, I refused to surrender my belief in love. A desperate desire to fit in coursed through my veins, compelling me to create a façade. I pretended to have a girlfriend, painting a vivid illusion to satisfy the expectations of my peers. Behind closed doors, I concocted fictitious tales of love, while my true emotions remained hidden beneath a mask of pretense. I traded the authenticity of my heart for the illusion of acceptance. Deep within the recesses of my soul, I loved love. Its enchanting allure captivated me, winding its way through the corridors of my mind. But fear, born from a series of heartbreaking experiences, anchored my heart in self-doubt and hesitation. I yearned for love, yet the weight of my past burdens made me wary of opening myself up once more. My dreams of finding love were plagued by an ugly truth - bad luck seemed to cling onto my every endeavor. Every girl I admired was already taken, their hearts belonging to another. It felt as though fate itself conspired against me, forcing me to bear witness to love flourishing everywhere around me, but never within my grasp. Despite facing a love-stricken journey, I sought solace in the comforting embrace of a different passion - football. I dedicated myself wholeheartedly to the sport, pouring my energy into every kick, every goal. Football became my sanctuary, shielding my heart from the potential pain of love. It was a bittersweet refuge, providing a sense of purpose while still leaving a lingering ache for the love I yearned to find.
Kendazla_Denis · 6.9K Views

My Psycho Stepson and me

Lesly was just your typical kind of sadistic high school gym teacher, having her idyllic life disturbed when she was taken away by this strange butler, who informed her about her being the true heiress of a fallen family.  That wasn't all; he was asking her to sign the papers to marry a husband whom she had never met before. Normally, she would have run away and reported them to the police—if it weren't for them threatening her with the (for her) most important hostage. On her first day in the villa of her new husband, she barged in on her stepson, intertwined with a brunette girl, not stopping to do the deed just because of her presence. Clearly a psycho. Next was the husband, who enticed her with money if she stayed for a year, slept in his bed, and played his wife.  Lesly decided to go through with it for the good ol' money - however, after being introduced properly to her psycho stepson with ravishingly handsome looks, she had a feeling that things in this house would develop in a dangerous direction. And she should be proven right. First Volume: 'The Burning Man' is finished! I am going on hiatus with this because it was a hell of a ride for me as well. I think the big unveiling is done now, and I hope I answered most of the questions. I have a few ideas in mind for the second volume, but I wanted to write something new. The author is unpredictable, so maybe I take it on tomorrow again, but right now, I don't know. Thanks for all your support! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*
Chay007 · 153.5K Views
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