Books About Hate Love Relationship Novels & Stories

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.

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

Hello, my lovely readers, Thank you for giving this story a chance, and even more, for patiently waiting for the updates as I am not regular with my updates. No matter how many times I apologize for it, I know it’s not enough. "Hate You as Much as I Love You" wasn’t my first idea when I decided to write a story. It was actually a werewolf romance that I first began to write as a writer. Then I decided to enter a contest and put it on hold. I chose the second chance theme for my very first novel. The plot came to me almost instantly. At first, I had planned for the book to be around 80 chapters, but as you can see, it eventually grew into 106 chapters.

There was no way to tell if the desire that was swamping my heart was just a mere longing for companionship, or something more - Love? I thought I knew what love meant. I had spent the best of my life loving just one woman. But the love I had shared with Val was like the love between a mother and their child. I loved her because she was there right after the accident. She had also lost her best friend that day - my sister - and we had naturally found comfort in each other until she was strong enough to be on her own. Well, I guess I never really recovered. It still felt like something sacred was rotting inside me.

Without hesitation, Rex said, “I do.” Then came Lily’s turn. She smiled, and in her eyes danced the story of all the years, the struggles, and the love that had brought them here. “I do.” And as they kissed, the church bells rang once more. Applause erupted, tears of joy shimmered, and a magical new beginning began — Lily and Rex were no longer just lovers… they were husband and wife. The room echoed with claps — cheers from friends, camera flashes, and hearts brimming with joy.

Any further physical contact shall require separate, written agreement… “Demonstrations of spousal affection.” She said the phrase out loud. It tasted like ash. It was a performance. A list of allowed touches. Chaste kisses. It was the most unromantic sentence she had ever read. A soft knock came at the door. “Elena?” It was Chloe. “Can I come in?” “Yeah,” Elena said, her voice tight. She didn’t look up from the page. Chloe slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her graphic t-shirt with a cartoon planet on it. She looked young and scared. She sat down on the bed, careful not to touch the papers.

Stripped her down until there was nothing left but compliance. But I was not most men. Patience was my art. My weapon. My cruelty. A flame, if smothered, died in seconds. But if fed carefully—starved just enough, tempted just enough—it became an inferno that consumed everything in its path. Selena thought her hate protected her. She wore it like armor, convincing herself it was proof she could never be swayed. But hate was not the opposite of love. Hate was still tether, still bond, still fire.

That love was stronger than extremist hate. We were home. Finally. Permanently. Together. And that—that was everything. **THE END - BOOK 2** ---