A Thin Line Between Love And Hate Watch Novels & Stories

Next page "But here you are, sitting beautifuly and I still can't believe that you're mine for 5 years." Next page "I really love spending time with you, I cherish every second of it." Next page "Even we sometimes argue and get angry at each other, I can't stand mad at you. You're too cute." Next page "You know what Song Hailey?" Next page "You're my heartbeat, do you know if our heartbeat stops?" Next page "It means dead." Next page "You're my life and I want to share all my life with you. I can't live without you." Next page

She was distracted already, so I moved inside of her, she let out a loud cry and clutched the sheets tightly as she tried to move away but my hold on her wasn't letting her. I threw my head to the back at the feeling of being inside her. And just like I had expected; it was so good. "I hate you with every fiber in my body!" she cried as I moved inside of her. "There's a very thin line between love and hate, sweetheart" "I want you to hate me so intensely that you feel like stabbing me every chance you get. I want you to love me madly and be obsessed, so I can break you, shatter you, remold you, and break you again."

"That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now." I shook my head, and she just stared at me as if waiting for what I would say next, but I remained quiet. "Why do you think it's nonsense?" "Look at my parents. If that kind of love they talk about is real, why are my parents like that? No love? They're just together for me," I sighed. "Do you really think they didn't love you, or at least each other?"

The line between them wasn’t just blurring anymore. It was disappearing.

They touched without words, through looks and small smiles only understood by hearts in love. *_"

The warmth of his skin seeped through the thin layer, and I couldn’t breathe for a second. “I don’t understand why she hates me so much,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him. Damian didn’t respond right away. His eyes lingered on the bruise for a moment longer, his jaw tightening slightly again. Then he finally spoke. “Not everything she does has a reason worth understanding.” There was something in his tone, something that almost sounded like regret, but before I could ask, he tore his gaze away and reached for the first aid kit. His fingers brushed against my skin one last time, lingering a second longer than necessary. It was a fleeting moment, but it left something behind, an ache

“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.

How hard it is to find that fairytale kind of love, the one they sell you in books growing up, the one you spend years dreaming about and waiting for, while out in the real world people play games and break each other for no reason at all. How you can love someone for years and never really know who they are, not until they've taken what they came for and dropped the act. I wrote about the thin line between love and hate, because how do you explain loving a man for years, and now the only thing you want is to wrap your hands around his throat? I wrote that I wished there were a place where the good-hearted ones only ever met their own kind, and the liars and manipulators got funneled off to

A suffocating weight settled on my chest. Years ago, Giselle loathed Jordan's dad for forcing her mom into a miserable marriage, while Jordan hated Giselle's mother for driving his own mom to suicide. For a decade, they despised each other. But after they met me, their toxic rivalry strangely shifted into a competition over who could treat me better. Eventually, real feelings developed between Jordan and me, and our families capitalized on it to finalize our marriage. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Being fiercely protected by both of them for so long had made me forget a fundamental truth: I was only ever a transactional tool for a family alliance.

But everytime she thinks about their relationship, she just can’t believe that they fell for each other. Who would fall for each other when all they did was diss each other? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for your total opposite? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for someone who shouts at you almost every minute of the day? Only L and Patrice. And most of all, who would fall for someone with the personality you disgust so much that seeing that someone makes you want to puke? Only L and Patrice. So, maybe, it’s true. There’s a thin line between love and hate.