A Hated Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

girl he claimed to despise. The "bubble" didn't just pop. It shattered.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

He can never be mine, I have known that a long time ago. Sometimes, I hate that the heart is persistent and very hopeful. I hate that it can endure pain and can love deeply without expecting in return. That love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and in my case, it's a volatile mix. I hate him with a passion. I hate that I'm so easily affected no matter how hard I try not to. I hate that things don't always go the way we want them to be and I hate that this love is so strong, patient and selfless. But I guess, I hate myself more for keep on loving him for all these years.

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

For a movement, I thought this was a bad question but soon he relaxed and gave me his blue stare. "My hatred for her is more than the love I felt." He muttered under his breath, looking at a certain distance like he was reliving the memory. Love was love. What made him hate her so much? Was that the reason that she killed our unborn children? Lucifer didn't love me at that time? Then why? "So, you are admitting that love is still there, overpowered by your hatred," I mumbled. He didn't look at me, instead of squeezed my hand before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I pulled him but he doesn't budge. "Jay, let's go!" I pulled but suddenly he's the one who pulled me until he hugged me. "Elsa..” "What?" "I hate you." "What?" I looked up to him. I tried to release the hug but instead of releasing he hugged me tighter. "I hate you for doing this to me, you make me getting really clingy and attach to you, do you know that?" I'm speechless. "..." "What if I don't want to let you go? What if yesterday wasn't really a goodbye?" He said.