Anh Hận Anh Yêu Em Novels & Stories

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

And Sienna — she deserved more than a man broken beyond repair. But none of that explained why his chest ached like hell the moment she walked away. Meanwhile... Sienna leaned against her closed bedroom door, her heart pounding like it was trying to escape her chest. Tears pricked her eyes — not from weakness, but from frustration. From anger. She hated that he could stir so much emotion inside her — only to retreat like she meant nothing. But what scared her more was how much it did mean to her. How much he meant. “I won’t cry for a man like him,” she whispered fiercely to herself.

He replied walking away and refusing to turn back despite my screams and rants. "I'm the best fucking company you can ever have or hope to have because you're so...so...annoying." By the time I was done speaking, I was out of breath and Aaron had already taken off in his car. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so angry, but Aaron had a way of always pissing me off and bringing out the worst in me. I couldn't stand him and I hated myself for it. Still, I wasn't about to let him have the last word and have me feeling like a fool so I wasn't in control of myself when I practically ran to my car shoved the key into the ignition and turned.

He just stood there, watching her fall apart like it meant nothing. Then—smack!—a sharp slap lit up his face. "Nolan!" Vanessa ran over, cradling his cheek. Nolan shoved Vanessa off. Then his hand shot out, grabbing Hailey by the arm. His eyes burned red—just like the pit bull's. Hailey's were just as red now, blazing with hate. She blinked fast, fighting the tears. No way she'd let him see her break. "You piece of trash," she spat. Nolan let out a cold, twisted laugh.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

she teased, removing her hand. Neither of them spoke. Amaan stared at her side profile while Raina was looking at the distance as if waiting for him to acknowledge his feelings rather than running away. It was a long time after he spoke. “But I hurt her. She hates me now. It breaks my heart to see her in pain because of me,” he confessed, his inner turmoil palpable. “Listen to her voice carefully; it will help you find the answers,” Raina advised, closing her eyes and enjoying the breeze. “I.....love....” the voice muffled.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.