A Hated Love Novels & Stories

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

Persephone Adelard hates you! She could not hate me. If I could not hate her despite all she had done to me, there was no way for her to hate me. When I thought of her, I got angry and wished I could hit her but it was not because I hated her. It was not unexpected for me to be angry and frustrated with her since she kept acting out but it did not mean I hated her. It was the same for her. Although she held a long grudge, she could not hate me. It was impossible for her to hate me. What was it that people said about first love? I was her first love so I was her forever love.

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

He told everyone and himself daily that he hated her for what she did to his mother but deep inside he knew that he still loved her but now he felt something other than love for her and that emotion was more than his love and that was hate. Yes, he hated her but he still loved her too. Love and hate in one package Combination of two emotions that could never live with each other and if you brought them together, they only brought destruction. Love don't let give her pain and hate won't let her be happy. Total mess.

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted

I turn to scowl at him and hiss, "The feeling is mutual!" "I hate you!" he repeats even louder. "I hate you because I love you. I hate that despite how you treat me and talk to me, I still fucking love you. And I want you. And I crave for you. And I yearn for you! God! I love you so much there's no pleasure in it! And I hate that. And I hate you for doing that to me. I hate that I can't hate you enough to walk away from you. But still, you push me away every single time! I hate you. I hate the way I love you! I hate that I love you! I hate myself for fucking loving you! I hate you!" Tears sting my eyes and I glance away.

I hated him because a part of me wanted to stay, yet I know that the love I have for him would never complete us. I hated him for ruining the wedding. I hated him for creating chaos between our families and the audiences. I hated him for making me a runaway bride. I would probably be the headline on the business page tomorrow, but who cares? I hated him. I hated him for everything. But, when I looked at him standing at the altar with a smile on his face, I lost the hatred in my heart. I realized that no matter how much I hated him, I hated myself more than him. I hated myself for not being able to give back the love he offered for me without asking in return.

my dad said and broke my chain of thoughts. "But dad... I know grandpa and grandma is so fond of her. But it's absolutely absurd to marry just for that" I told him now frustrated. "As I said, know her better ok?" Was my dad’s only advice before he left. Shit! How can I get out this sham. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage or you could say I don’t want be in any kind of marriage. My mind has stoped work and I feeling like I am being dragged into this hell hole which has no way out.Through all this chaos, only one person can help me.I grab my phone from my suit pocket and dial my trusted friend Xavier.

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not

The notion that her hatred was just a covering over an uncontrollable need was intolerable. "No, I don’t," she hissed, her composure slipping. The admission felt like a betrayal, voicing aloud what she'd fought to ignore. She couldn't stomach the idea that her hatred was a mere curtain, veiling a desire she couldn’t control. "Child, hate is supposed to repel, not draw you into a lover's arms," he observed, calm as the eye of a storm. "Before breakfast, you were entwined. Does that sound like repulsion to you?"