Books About Love And Hate Novels & Stories

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

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

Julian chuckled and said, "So whatever I heard is right. You both really hate each other. Damn! The youngest business tycoon and the business goddess hate each other?" He said while laughing aloud, but we both kept glaring at each other. Hate? Our relationship is more than that. "But that's alright, as we know, HATE is also a form of LOVE." he continued, and this time, I broke my eye contact with Vdius and turned towards Mr. Julian. Love? How come he even think about it? Gosh! I can't stand these two for longer.

Why did I want to break up with him? I turned that question over in my head and looked at it from different angles and the honest answer was that I did not have a good one. He loved me. I knew he loved me the way you know something that has just become part of the furniture of your life, settled and solid and not something you question on a normal day. And did I love him back. Absolutely. Without question. Without hesitation. In a way that sometimes scared me when I sat with it too long in a quiet room.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

“Hunter, I know you mean well, but I have no interest in dating right now.” After what happened with Jacob, I realized that I had put too much hope in men. Depending on someone else’s love to live was a pathetic way to exist. From this day forth, I wanted to live only for myself.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Jonathan and Stefani. Both hated each other's guts they fought a lot of times for a long time. Both assumed and thought wrong of each other. Both had their hearts in pain for years. Because of misunderstandings, they closed themselves from everybody, including one another. But just as love was a strong emotion, hate was, too. And if people look closely, they would find it amazing as it was still the thing that brought their hearts together again. Hate. Was it really the opposite of love? Or were they the same all along?