A Thin Line Between Love And Hate Watch Novels & Stories

I admitted, which was a half-lie. "Right. Well," she said, closing her book again. "You can be bored by yourself." She walked toward the door, and panic set in. Jumping up, I shut the door as she opened it, my arm rested above her head, her small body tucked in front of mine. "Don't leave," I whispered lightly. "I do enjoy our banter." She stayed still, her chest rising and falling faster. "This isn't banter. It's hate." "What's that saying?" I asked softly, watching the hair on her neck stand up from my breath against her. "There is a thin line between love and hate?"

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.

He grabbed me by the collar and pushed my back against the wall, his forearm pressed tightly against my throat. His nose flared, eyes red, face dark in a way I've never seen before. I could even feel killing intent from him. “Ronan Devereaux, I underestimated how despicable you could get.” He spat, eyes blazing. For some reason, seeing the passionate hate in his eyes and his barely restrained desire to kill me, my heart began to race. I wanted to wrap his arms around my neck and give him the knife myself. Perhaps, the tightness in his chest that made his breathing erratic would be no more.

It made me feel more miserable and pathetic. "Just be with me please?.." I begged though I know it will never work. "GO DIE, CEDRIC!" "I never wished to hurt even a single strand of your hair. But if you continue to act like this I don't have a choice but to make you experience my wrath. You have to know, no matter how much I love you, there's still a limit to my patience." "Ha! Do you think that'll make me want you? You're only making me hate you more!" She shouted.

“Going back to Blackthorn gave me enough determination to leave. I can't be in a place where I'm not welcomed.” “And if they, one day, decided to accept you wholeheartedly, would you return?” His question caught me off guard, making me stutter. “Why– why are–” He let out a humourless laughter. “He still occupies your heart, Vixen.” “No, he doesn't.” He nods. “Yes he does. There's a thin line between love and hate. Your hatred stems from love.” I was tired of listening to Sav speak as though he knew me.

He smiled, walking over to take a seat close to me. “So you really want to do this?” I asked him, feeling skeptical about everything. It must be PTSD. “Yes. For my family, and for myself. Arthur had said a lot about you.” He said, taking a sip from the champagne he poured into his glass earlier. “Okay, for now I’ll do it for Arthur, but if love blooms along the line, I’ll embrace it.” I said and we both clicked our glasses. *****

“I…I wronged him…badly. I…” “Sorry to interrupt, but I don’t want to know what you did. Yet, I’ve seen your crankiness. You need to calm down or you will always be impulsive and act on current emotions which won’t help you. If you both loved each other, then it can grow again. A man will barely trouble himself to marry a woman he doesn’t love. There is a thin line between love and hate. Sometimes hate grows to love. Hope I’ve helped in some little way?” “Yeah. Sort of.”

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

“Fury. Anger. Annoyance.” Then I shrugged. “And every other emotion that falls in that line.” Eric sighed. “But you know the saying.” He began, his eyes never leaving the road. “There’s a thin line between love and hate.” I smirked. “Oh, I know the saying too well.” I looked out the window as the buildings passed by. “And I desperately prayed that I crossed that line.” Then I chuckled quietly. “But it seems that line didn’t want to be crossed in our case.” Eric sighed again as he turned the car onto another street.

She said to me and I chuckled darkly. Her hate was better than her nonchalance or impassiveness. Hate was something, it was an emotion, and they always say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I’ll find that line and obliterate it till she loves me as much as she hates me. I don’t want just one or the other alone, I want both, I want everything she can give and more.