Best Love Hate Romance Books Novels & Stories

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

Hi, I just meet this awesome girl who help me editing this book. I truly appreciate your effort dear. I can't thank you enough... Thank you... Tiwana0768 Archer PoV "I am not going to marry anyone, most certainly not a women I don't know or even exist. To hell with your stupid business." I snap angrily towards my father and my grand father.

Kai and his friends walk straight to the library where they discuss about their studies and few things about social life. “There’s a girl in this school and she is really hard to get,” Gabriel confess. “She’s beautiful and known for her intelligence and cleanliness, she’s the only daughter to her parents but she really hate guys.”Gabriel continue. Trying to get Kai’s attention but, Kai seems far with his studies and really he doesn’t want to talk about any girl at the moment. “Are you with me? Or you have decided to turn me to a fool? How can I be talking to you and you’re ignoring me this way? Do you know how aching it is? Please if you are not in the mood of communication I will prefer you

I asked as I pushe a strand of my hair back "You are so beautiful! I can look at you without blinking for days." He said so warmly and looked at me so deeply that I felt myself drowning in his dark grey eyes. I blushed hard and smiled internally. All cells in my body were jumping in delight. "I love you." I can't get tired of saying it. "I love you too." I can't have enough of hearing it. I have fallen deeply and madly in love with Xavier Throne, the most notorious playboy and love of my life.

Even if she hated him to the bone now, it was only because she had loved him so much and so deep. This mixed feeling of love and hate could really torture someone to death. How Rainie hoped that Mango could just lose her memory, or that she could get over him completely. At least, she would not have been this painful. However, no one could help her with this kind of thing, and one could only get over it by themselves. Rainie gently let go of Mango's arm and whispered, "If there is anything you need, just let me know at any time. You know, no matter what you do, I will support you."

His gaze follows, darkening. "You're trouble, you know that?" His voice is rough, fingers inching higher. I part my legs just a bit. "Good trouble?" "The best kind." He leans in, breath hot on my neck. "But Ethan's my best friend. We shouldn't." "Shouldn't what?" I whisper, turning so our lips nearly touch. "This." His mouth crashes onto mine, hungry, demanding. “Mmmm” I kiss back, moaning softly into him, my hands fisting his shirt. His tongue sweeps in, tasting like beer and sin, and I arch closer, needing more.

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours of silence. For Lily, each minute had been a deliberate brick laid in the wall she was building between her old life and this new, sterile reality. The sweetness of that afternoon in the penthouse—the shared smiles, the brushes of hands, the whispered possibilities—felt like a fever dream now, a hallucination brought on by a desperate need to be loved. In the cold light of the aftermath, there was only the jagged truth: Julian Vane was no different from Thomas. He was just better at branding.

"I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt that again." "I love you too," I said. "Even when I hated you, I loved you." "I know," he said. "That's what made it all so much hotter." He kissed me again, and as we moved toward the bedroom, I realized something. Sometimes the best things came from the darkest places. Sometimes hate and love were closer than anyone wanted to admit. And sometimes, coming back to someone was the bravest thing you could do.