A Hated Love Novels & Stories

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Lauren yelled with a clenched fist. "Loverboy! I gave you my property for just two months and you are holding on to it like it's yours." Lauren turns his face, it's obvious that Lauren is madly in love with Mandy, even though he had told her a thousand times to her face that he hates her, let's say it's love in a coat of hate. "I said I want to see her," Lauren yelled.

she says with a dry laugh. "Love and hate being the same thing?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah you know I mean love is great, loving someone is pretty fantastic I'm sure but I think the line between love and hate is pretty thin and to love someone you also have to hate them a little. I mean do you honestly think you could have someone having a strong annoying hold on you to get you to do whatever they want with just a cute smile. Personally I think I would hate that a little."

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

Fortunately, I didn't do that. I don't want Azalea to expect anything from me. Yes, I want her to understand that I'll be a good father to her child in the future, and so on—but it would be ridiculous and absurd if she thought I was falling in love with her. Because hatred doesn't easily turn into love. Hatred, in fact, is often permanent, unlike love, which is fickle. What I feel for her right now might just be euphoria because she's carrying my child, and I don't want her to—

I didn’t hate Dante. I hated that I’d loved him so deeply.

Staring at Thane, it was at thy moment that I realized that love could indeed turned to hatred. Everything that I felt for him had changed to hatred, if only I could rip his heart out and slit her throat, I hated him, I hated all that he put me through, I hated that he made me go crazy and act foolish because of his rejection. He did all that to me and yet still asked that I be killed. It was the last drop for me and I knew that, He was completely lost in this quest for power. ‘I swear to kill you Thane Anthra and Darla, if it would be the last thing I do’

That maybe, if I stayed close long enough, I could be enough. But that propose changed everything. I started watching the way Kaelen treated Lilith—soft, attentive, different. More than he ever treated me. It hit me hard. Was this what love looked like to him? Had I been wrong all along? Will he ever love me— the way I love him? I laughed bitterly at the memory now. At the quiet, aching despair that came with it. I even tried to joke once, forcing lightness into my voice. “Is this your way of telling me to give up on you?”