Books About Hate Love Relationship Novels & Stories

Yet, he finds it hard to ignore the girl who dares challenge him at every step. Despite their mutual hatred, the two get thrown into a marriage pact. What do you do when you realise that the world is not all that it seems and you have battles to fight that you didn't sign up for? Can the two overcome their hatred and heal each other, mending the broken pieces of their souls? Or will the reality of their world tear them down even more? "Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without." ~Pride & Prejudice

She hates this as much as I do. But hate won’t break this mate bond.

But that’s about it. “Ten years ago. And knowing you, it was probably just a… physical thing, I don’t think you got your cold heart involved,” he adds with a grimace before shaking it off, “But this is the real deal. Marriage and love, that’s something you don’t understand. Love is unconditional, it doesn’t have a switch you can turn on and off. When you actually love someone, you love their defects too. You can’t turn me against Berenice because I love her defects as well. I know damn well she’s a selfish and cunning and ruthless woman. I know she lies to me all the time. I know she just saw me as a sugar daddy at the beginning. I simply don’t care because I love her. It’s toxic, sure, but

“Because you were light. And I was… fucked up.” He kissed me then, hard and desperate. “But I’m not letting you go this time. I’ll fight whoever I have to. I’ll lie. I’ll burn the whole house down if it means keeping you.” Tears pricked my eyes. From the intensity. From the truth. This wasn’t just lust. This was obsession. And maybe love. When we came together, it was like a bomb detonated between us—raw, hot, gasping. I felt every pulse of him inside me. Felt him bury his face in my neck and whisper my name like it meant everything.

Then he came for us again. And sometimes, my father had bruises on his arms, his neck, even his face from their arguments. I didn’t know if he let her throw things just to make her feel better or if she hit him. I doubted she could ever beat him. Not the man I knew. But he never touched her. Not once. That was the most confusing part of it all. Whatever their marriage was, it wasn’t love. Hate didn’t fit either. It was Empty. As if the only thing that kept them connected was my father, or maybe my brother and I.

Like a door closing. "I'm saying…" "You are not permitted to break up with me, Lia." He shifted above me, and his knee pressed between my thighs and parted them and I opened up before I had finished deciding whether or not I was going to and I hated my own body so much in that moment. His eyes had not left my face. "That is not something you get to decide unilaterally." "I don't need your permission to end a relationship." I felt my jaw set. "I did not ask for your permission before I agreed to date you in the first place. That is not how this works, you don't get to just tell me I'm not allowed…"

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“Love you more.” Being ourselves is not wrong. Being a gay is not a fault. It is just being themselves and accepting who they really are, wholeheartedly. And about relationships; not every relationship starts with love. Some starts with hate, which may blossom into the heart-warming love later, just like they both turned to the perfect lovers from ‘THE RIVALS.’

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.