روايات وقصص ضمن A Hated Love

Darren stumbled a bit. "Even this fucking mate bond between us could not satiate that hatred inside me which I feel for you," she screamed at him. "I hate you. I hate your very presence. Your existence in itself is enough to make me want to make your heart bleed till your soul doesn't give up on you," at this point, Aereza noticed him dying from inside completely and her next words broke his each and every barrier of madness for her. "Even Faith's love for Thunder could not stop Aereza from hating you, Darren Venzor,"

Tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't stop. When she saw him push into her—still wearing the same condom he'd used on Nadine—something inside her snapped. "Nolan, I hate you!" He froze. Then he bit down on her lip—hard—until blood spilled. In the pale moonlight, mouth stained red, he leaned in and sneered. "You don't get to say that."

“I know he planned it. You think I didn’t notice the camera? He wanted to destroy us. And he almost did.” “I didn’t even remember anything. Just flashes. Then the video. And your face.” “I hated that video,” I whispered. “I hated seeing you like that. But I hated seeing what it turned you into even more.” He blinked fast, like he was trying not to cry. “You should hate me, Adrian. I hurt you.” “I do,” I said calmly. “But I also love you. And that’s the problem.” He flinched, his voice breaking. “You still love me?”

you felt that, she felt that too. She doesn’t hate you. You guys both think the other person hates you guys, but really you both love each other. If you felt that, she felt that too. She loves you but you say you hate her, so she says she hates you too. Since she says she hates you, you say you hate her too. It’s so fucking obvious. You both love each other. But think the other one hates you guys, so you guys say you hate each other so it’s not weird between the two of you.” I whipped my tears. “She felt it too?” She did, she told me while we were fucking. Fuck. “Askar. Yes, fuck, yes, she loves you. Now get out and run to her.” I gave her a hug, and ran out the door. Once I reached her hou

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

"I hate you! I wish I never met you!" His hurtful words reverberated through my mind, each syllable echoing like a discordant melody. It was excruciating to listen to, but I couldn't help but absorb every word. That's how deeply I loved him. My ears were attuned to him alone. "I hate you, Xiellenna!" I loved him, and yet he harbored such intense hatred for me. This time, I yearned to shield my ears from the painful onslaught. Hearing the person you love utter words of hatred cuts deeper than any physical blow.

She hated him… For not loving her as much as she loved him…She hated him… For not trying to rekindle the bond between them when it faltered…she hated him… For choosing someone so close to her…she hated him… For making her feel this much pain…she hated him… For everything; the bad and even the good…she hated him! She hated him! She hated him! But sadly, that hate couldn’t measure up to the love she had for him… Damn…why was it so painful? She had known it was going to happen, she had foreseen it, but even so, she was not prepared for it.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

[I hate you] END.

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."