A Hated Love Novels & Stories

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

They were just four simple words, yet it felt like he had to squeeze them out of his throat with a trembling voice. "No," she said, "I don't hate you, and I never wanted to hate you. Hatred is such a painful emotion. The love we had was such a beautiful thing. I don't ever want to spoil it with hatred. All you did was choose your career over our love. You just chose the life that you've always wanted, that's all."

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

“I didn’t feel a tinge of sadness when my husband died. In fact, I just felt elated; I was emancipated. There’s nothing I wanted more than to flee there, and I stopped for no one and nothing until I finally made it home. But then I realized something—I can’t stop hating him. He’s dead already, and yet I can’t cease to hate. Hell, I wish I had defaced him and crushed his bones into powder. And that’s when I learned, you can’t dissolve and let go of real hatred so easily; it’s nigh impossible. So, how could Arianne stop hating you? How is it possible for her to not only transverse hate but to come to love you? I don’t understand. I don’t believe it…”

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.