Deep In My Heart I Hate You Gaara Novels & Stories

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

"You are mine now, Little mate. The bond is complete." "I hate you," Hana whispered, her voice breaking. "I will always hate you. You freak" Jarrel’s face only relaxed for a second before it was replaced with his usual smooth expressionless face. ”You can hate me as much as you want,” he went on. “That does not change the fact that you belong to me”.

“Consider it carefully. Scar doesn’t have feelings for you; her heart belongs only to me. She loves me.” “What makes you believe I could ever love you?” Scar’s voice cut through the air like ice, dripping with venom. My gaze shifted from him to her, and what I witnessed shattered something within me. Her eyes burned with revulsion, raw hatred emanating from her like heat. She despised me. No, I couldn’t accept this. A desperate hope clung to me. She must be pretending because of his presence. “I understand you, Scar," I insisted, my voice filled with longing and disapproval. “I know that your heart belongs to me. Your love for me is profound, deeper than life itself. You would do anything to

Clara's POV "You heard me," I spat, the fear fueling my anger now, making my words sharper. "If you hadn't marked me, hadn't dragged me into this hell as your 'mate,' none of this would have happened. Garrick wouldn't have dared if I wasn't seen as your broken toy—weak, isolated, left alone in this godforsaken room like bait. You humiliate me in front of the pack every day, call me worthless, threaten me with chains and marks. You make me a target! This is on you. I hate you, Taehyung. I hate you for what you've become, for what you've done to me. The boy from the garden? He's dead, and you killed him. You killed us."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Geurae mipda niga (Yes I hate you) Neon tteonassjiman (you left me) Dan harudo neoreul ijeun jeogi eopseossji nan (But I never stopped thinking about you, not even a day) Soljikhi bogo sipeunde (Honestly I miss you, but I’ll erase you) Iman neoreul jiulge geuge neol wonmanghagibodan ('Cause it hurts less) Deol apeunikka (than to blame/ hate you) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next paragraph was taken over by Aira and she taunted our Demon mate that he would say that he would erase the memories of me like a wisp of white smoke and exhale out all his pain that way.

And now that ache had sharpened into something solid something he recognized over the past week as what people called a broken heart. Gaara lifted his head again just as his emotions threatened to rise to the surface. Exhaustion washed through him. “Gaara…” Her voice made him look up fast and Esther forgot to breathe for a moment. Gaara’s eyes were clear when he looked straight into hers and he whispered with a calm gentle voice that somehow sounded terrifying. “Esther you already won your bet.”

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

"Cecilia, do you know how much I hate Evan Lane? Three years ago, I killed his beloved Corinne. Now that he's fallen in love with you, I shall take you away from him too. Evan Lane will always be a plaything for me. I could drive him crazy if I want!" Her eyes widened in horror. The screech was stuck in her throat. She finally let out a guttural scream when Peter repeatedly struck her in the face with a gold art piece. He mused, "Hm. Which body part should I use as a gift to Evan Lane? Cece, any thoughts?" Cecilia turned mute from the horror. She watched helplessly as he advanced toward her.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u