A Thin Line Between Love And Hate Watch Novels & Stories

She looked into her eyes with her blazing eyes, "Stay away from Ivan. Don't try to get close to him. Ivan is only mine. This time I burned your hand only. But I'll burn you alive if I find you near him." Jessica couldn't help but burst into a guffaw. "Are you serious? You think I'm into him?" She then came into her serious self. "Let me clear things up for you. I have no interest in him. If I hate someone most in this universe then it's him. I just don't hate him. But despises him. I'm not dying to get close to him. If it was in my control, I would not even go in front of him. But to my bad luck, my job is like this, that I have to stay behind him like a tail." Jessica finished her explanat

“It's the way I am." “I know. You're talented, beautiful and powerful of course there's nothing you can't do. It saddens me and makes me so damn curious at the same time.” He watched her carefully. “I just sincerely hate you.” She met his gaze and smirked slowly. “There's only a thin line between hate and love, Julian. Be careful or one day you might find yourself dancing on that line.” He smirked back, his dark eyes glinted mischievously. “My hatred for you will remain, strong and intact so don't worry about me. I wouldn't be dancing on that line, Sandra. Or God forbid, crossing that line.”

Ariadne felt a sharp pain in her stomach and her face paled. Xander too, was taken aback for a moment. However, he quickly collected himself as Jennifer held Ariadne and helped her sit. "Now you can leave and never try to interfere in my life again." He wasn't bother about the blood dripping from Ariadne's head. He turned and walked towards the room. Ariadne was enraged. "Xander Blake," Xander paused in his track before turning around. "I hate you, Xander. And I hate myself for ever loving you." Ariadne's face was covered in blood and tears.

“Because if memory serves, you once said—and I quote—‘Don’t ever fucking call me that. I loathe it.’” A broken sound left her lips—half-laugh, half-sob. “I loved it once. Then hated it. Now… I think I love it again.” “Well, damn. That’s a full character arc,” he murmured, loosening his grip just enough to see her face. “One hell of a journey,” she agreed, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. He cupped her face, staring into her eyes as if he could see the dark, ruined thing that was her soul through them.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

His words instantly wiped the gleeful expression off Max's face, leaving an icy mask behind. "Perhaps she doesn't like me now, but at least she doesn't hate me. You, on the other hand, are acting like a fool for pestering her. Am I wrong, Alec?" Max's counterattack matched Alec's. They grew tense instantly, as if ready for a brawl. "There's a thin line between love and hatred. The more she hates me, the more I linger in her heart. Do you understand?" Alec said. Max sneered at that. "Are you sure?"

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

tempting me to sin in ways neither of us wouldn't be able to imagine in our wildest dreams But then again I am already a sinner in her eyes she already hates me and sees me as the villain in her life and I can't blame her for it" I have given her many reasons to hate me and none to think otherwise Maybe that's why before her I never knew there was Karma" but I got a taste of it I still am Karma got it's revenge" it played it's most cruel joke" never in my life would I have ever known that I would end up falling in love with her" Who would have thought that the girl whose life I had made a living hell would become my heart's downfall" my heart and fate played a cruel joke" and the sad part is

I grumbled. Miranda unconsciously leaned into the warmth my palm offered when it framed her cheek, my thumb stroking over her sharp cheekbone. I was man enough to acknowledge that there was an ultra-thin line between love and hate. Both emotions were consuming and so similar yet so fucking different. And, I was man enough to admit that I was walking that thin line when it came to this woman.