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LOVE IN HATE IN LOVE

[WARNING: R18!!!] "Either you love me or you hate me. It doesn't matter because you will end up with me. You would always end up with me, Maximus D'Arco." She plastered a wicked smile as she responded to his cold, hard stare that she knew he was trying not to strangle her. He wouldn't because he was such a gentleman not to hurt her physically. But emotionally? Well...that was a whole other matter. ------------- Aurora Fontalva, an arrogant heiress of the Stellare Creations. She had everything in life, except the heart of a certain man. She only wants Max. He's her childhood crush and turned first love when they grew up. But how can she make him love her if he has someone else already? A girlfriend he loves. But that doesn’t matter, for she’s willing to do everything to have him. Maximus D’Arco. One of the EcoSource princes. He’s almost the perfect son and has a princely personality. Except that he had a secret girlfriend hidden from everyone. When Aurora found out, everything turned upside down. The woman even blackmailed him to marry her or his girlfriend would suffer. She wanted him to love her. Why would he fall for someone who doesn’t even care what he wants, let alone about his feelings? Only his girlfriend does. Is there really a thin line between love and hate? What if the thread breaks? --------------- AN: This is a bit of a slow-burn romance with detailed emotions and character build-up. This novel isn't your typical lovey-dovey story. It tackles twisted love and lust, toxicity, and angst. There could be sensitive cases. You've been warned. And lastly, sexy scenes. --------- Please check out my other stories as well. The Runaway Huntress - Huntress/Killer FL and King/CEO/Founder ML System Mission: Tame the Mafia Boss - Military General FL and Mafia Boss ML
IzannahFrame · 15.5K Views

Pastor My Foot

i loved God with all my heart. I always had. My faith was my everything, the very foundation of my soul. I preached His word with passion, believing that His light would guide me through life's struggles. But what do you do when the very person you trusted the most, someone you thought was a fellow servant of God, betrays you in the most horrific way? David, the church member I had gone on that preaching mission with, sold me. Sold me to a sex trafficker, all to settle a debt. I thought I knew him. I thought I trusted him. He was supposed to be a brother in Christ, yet I found myself shipped away from Nigeria to Ghana, a stranger in a foreign land, torn apart by people who had no mercy for me. For fourteen years, I was a commodity. My body was used, my spirit crushed, my hope shattered. Every day felt like an eternity, a silent scream echoing in the pit of my soul. I felt worthless. I felt stained, as though everything I had believed in had betrayed me. The woman I was before, full of love for God, was no longer there. I had become a shadow, a shell of the person I once was. But then, as cruel as it may seem, I found a way out. A sickness—HIV—took my body and nearly destroyed me, but it also freed me. It allowed me to escape the nightmare that had been my life for so long. I came back home, broken and afraid, unsure of how to go on. And then I saw him. David. The man who sold me. The one who caused me so much pain. The one who had watched me break and never even cared. Now he stood there, in front of a church. A pastor. The man who had destroyed my life was now hailed as a man of God. He had "found Christ," they said. He had changed. I could see it in his eyes how he was adored, respected, worshipped by others. He was praised for his redemption, for his newfound faith. I wanted to scream. How could he be forgiven when I had been left to rot? How could he stand there, preaching, when he was the one who betrayed me? I felt like God had turned His back on me. I had prayed. I had trusted. I had begged Him for help, for mercy, and yet, He let this happen to me. He let David destroy my life and then gave him a new one ,one of power, respect, and forgiveness. And where was I? I was left broken, lost in the mess of my own shattered faith. I wanted to feel His love again, I truly did. I wanted to believe that He hadn't abandoned me, but I couldn't. Not anymore. How could I? How could I ever trust a God who allowed this betrayal to happen and then rewarded the one who caused it? I loved the church once. I loved the feeling of belonging, of being part of something bigger than myself. But now? Now, I felt nothing but anger and betrayal. Every time I saw David preaching, I saw my suffering. I saw my brokenness. I didn't know how to reconcile the faith I once had with the bitter reality I lived in. I felt so lost, so alone. How could I go back to God, knowing that He had let me suffer for so long? How could I love a God who had allowed me to be thrown away, only to let the one who destroyed me rise to greatness? I didn't know if I could ever forgive. I didn't know if I could ever heal. All I knew was that I was a stranger to my own faith now, and I had no idea where to go from here.
Princess_Onjewu · 2.6K Views

Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
Abishaa · 4.3K Views
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