Alex Volkov Twisted Love Quotes Novels & Stories

"I care about Eva, not you." Alexander's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're lucky, motherfucker," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his words laced with a hint of venom. "I love her, and I'd do anything for her. But she only loves a ruthless, cruel creep like you."

"I thought our love was strong, that we could overcome anything. But now I realize I was blinded by my feelings. He used me, played me, and discarded me like trash." "Remembering the laughter, the whispers, the promises... it all feels like a cruel joke now. His touch, once electrifying, now makes my skin crawl. His eyes, once full of love, now seem cold and calculating." "Why did I trust him? Why did I believe him? The signs were there, the red flags waving wildly. But I ignored them, foolishly thinking love would conquer all." "Love? Ha! It's a myth, a cruel illusion. Alexander Volter, the man I loved, never existed. He was a facade, a mask hiding the true monster beneath."

, she said in understanding. "This life is just so f*cked up", she added and I chuckled. "If only I had someone with the money and power to back me up, I would do anything to repay the kindness", I said as the pain flipped through my eyes. "If only", I said again and Joanna sighed. "Hey Amelia!", someone called from my left side and when I saw the person, I recognized him immediately. It was one of them from last night. No wonder the face looked so familiar yesterday. It was Steve. He is leaning against the wall with a beer can in his hand. I seethed. How disgusting! I did not just think of that, I also looked at him in disgust.

, Daisy interrupted. “ Well you made it easy but this isn't the time for that so step aside okay", he yelled. “ of course this isn't the time for this nonsense, she doesn't even love you and never will, so get your head somewhere else ", she retorted. “ look like little birdie already feels like superman, don't worry I'll make sure you go up there to save those little angels". “ What do you even want, you need treatment", Aisha said. “ but you are my treatment my cure, I want just you", he said almost like a plea

LXXVI: Burning Hate Alyssa's POV I hate seeing him. I hate that even after he became powerless and enslaved, his presence is still undeniably noticeable. He struts around with his head held high as he isn't a criminal. I hate that stoic face of his as if he didn't do anything wrong. I hate it whenever I hear his voice. I hate everything about Knox Volkov and I have never hated anyone in my life.

"I love you." Alex was touched and kissed her deeply. She could tell then that Toni was serious. If Alex had truly wanted her to, she would have been faithful to her. "I love you, and I'm in love with you," Alex said, staring directly at her twin, the person she cared for most in the world. Sharing a last passionately sweet kiss, the twins finally got dressed and went to work.

Rose’ heart was full of pain as she looked at the man in front of him with a heavy heart and throat as emotions choked her. “Don't you ever say you love me, Vladimir Sokolov. Don't!” The words came out as a heavy whisper. “You do not even know the meaning of love.” Vladimir's eyes flashed like the thundering light into the dark sky. What she said made the lava of rage erupt and He burst like a volcano. “I don't know the meaning of Love?” He demanded, his eyes were shooting daggers at her accusingly.

“Someone once told me that divorcées are irresistibly attractive women. I wouldn’t mind doing it anywhere you want. Besides, I have to keep flirting with you until you change your mind about the game.” I rolled my eyes as Daxton threw the same joke again. “Someone once told me that OB-GYNs get too bored seeing vaginas every day, so they don’t think dirty thoughts anymore. But clearly, that’s a lie, because I can see how filthy your mind is right now.” Daxton laughed loudly at my comeback. Thankfully, it was just the two of us in the elevator. Weird. Wasn’t it always crowded lately? I had to wait so long earlier.

Nikolai Volkov, second-in-command of the Bratva, always answered the same way—flat, unimpressed, like Alessandro was wasting his time. Alessandro smirked. “Let’s keep this short, Nikolai. I don’t have all night.” Nikolai let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. “No pleasantries? You did blow up four of our warehouses.” Alessandro swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You say that like it wasn’t deserved.” Silence. Then, Nikolai’s voice sharpened. “You’ve made enemies, Moretti.” Alessandro’s grip on the glass tightened. “I was born with them.”

Alex lowered his gaze, his expression troubled. "Can I... not answer that?" he asked quietly. "Why?" "Because my answer would only burden for you." Anna stared at him in disbelief. "I love you, you idiot." Her voice trembled slightly. "I'll ask you one more time. Do you love me, Alexander von Pieterburg?" Alex froze. "I didn't mishear you, did I?" His eyes widened. "You just said you love me... didn't you?" "Yes." Anna nodded. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time," said Alex.