Books About Love And Hate Novels & Stories

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

Gomez replied. "Father but you can tell me just a little bit about it, just to satisfy my curiosity." Logan said. "It happened years ago when the witches and the vampires ruled the world together, the humans being subject to both, the witch queen and the Vampire king fell in love, a love that was like no other, everyone thought that the great couple could not be broken by anything else in the world. The witch became pregnant with their first child, that was when the Vampire king was mesmerized by a young and beautiful human. He secretly got her pregnant, the witch found out about their relationship just as she was three months pregnant.

The one everyone pities but no one respects because she couldn't see what was right in front of her face. She sat up abruptly, the room spinning for a second. The grief was still there, but a hard, icy layer of cynicism was beginning to settle over it. "Never again," she whispered to the empty walls. She wasn't just talking about Thomas. She was talking about the very idea of letting someone in. Love wasn't a sanctuary; it was a vulnerability she could no longer afford. From now on, her heart would be a fortress—no blind dates, no "I love yous" that slipped out, and certainly no one allowed close enough to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Camila’s breath caught softly. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away. Because there it was. The truth that both of them had been avoiding for weeks. Love. Real love. Messy. Unexpected. Terrifying. But real. Mateo looked at her carefully now. “Tell me to stop loving you,” he whispered. Camila’s eyes filled instantly. Because she knew he would. Even if it destroyed him. That was the difference between Mateo and Lucas. One tried controlling her. The other gave her the choice to leave.

"I regret it now! I don't want this life! I love Sergio now. I never wanted to replace you as Madre. I just wanted to be with Sergio. My Papà died for yours. Without him, you and Luca would have been dead long ago. Can't you show some gratitude and let me have him?" There it was. That "gratitude" again. Luca had risked his life for that word, and now Elena was using it to threaten me. I finally realized how sinister people could be. Love and gratitude were nothing more than stepping stones for their own interests. I raised my hand for another slap, but Sergio grabbed my wrist tightly. The next second, he swung me back hard. My back slammed hard against the cold wall. The impact was so violen

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”