Novel & Cerita Books About Love Hate Relationships

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.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."

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.

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.

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."

“I envy their relationship, though. There's a high chance they might become friends.” The more you hate, the more you love. Heidi found herself reaching for the wine glass again despite repulsing it. Wasn't it also true that the more you love, the more it hurts? As true as those phrases were, they were better avoided. If only one had the power to do that. If she'd been sane enough and controlled herself as early as the iron was still hot, things wouldn't have gotten to this, because, after love and hate, came the irredeemable hurt.

Luca They say there's a fine line between love and hate: you cannot live with one without the other. You can only walk one line with the other mimicking parallel. In some instances, you have to make those who love you hate you. And vice versa, those who hate you love you, and I wholly believe that. But there's a fine line between rage and freight that interconnects with the love and hate you feel for someone. The rage that comes from the anguish of actions made by others toward a person of interest is one of the most potent emotions to arise from loving or hating someone.

His two companions looked at each other in astonishment, so Logan too knew how to woe a lady, they had thought that he would use his power and wealth to win her heart but that wasn't thecase, so he trulyloved her. Nate was however skeptical about their relationship, is Logan really capable of having a human girlfriend let alone a wife. His encounter with them always turned disastrous, but maybe that lady was special, maybe he could love her wholeheartedly and not hurt her. Nate decided not to think about matters that didn't concern him, he would just sit around and watch their love story unfold.

“Forget it.” A sideways smile appeared on Santiago's face. "You still love him," he hypothesized. “No, I don’t.” She instantly denied it. “I hate him.” “You know there’s a thin line between love and hate, don’t you?” Santiago rested his chin on his right fist, his eyes fixed on hers. But when he saw she looked uneasy having this conversation, he decided to end it. “I’m not going to pry deeper, Annaliese. Just think about it. Having studied Psychology, all kinds of human behavior and all, all I want to say is look deep into your heart. Don’t develop hatred, but let go. That’s only if you want to move on.” He leaned back against the chair.