Del Odio Al Amor Hay Un Paso Novels & Stories

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

It just made me more angry, especially after what I saw. “And so what? You expect me to be buddies with you now that you and Finny had a little argument? Be real,” I smirked at him. “No, it's not that I needed…" “Let's just be like this because sooner or later you are going to end up with her and the insults and disrespect will be back, so there’s no need for any more familiarity,” My voice went lower as I spoke. It pained me that it had to end this, but I needed to kill my feelings for him.

In any case, this second rapidly stops, and Liam does what is viewed as difficult to do in this kind of circumstance. He grins, his energy unrelenting. "This is a genuinely new thing. I have never known about a mate not being enamored with their ordained one," he says delicately. "You know, Isla, disdain is the initial step to cherish." His eyes were still up in the air. He steps nearer to me, catching me with his delightful eyes. "I will make you experience passionate feelings for me." He grasps my hand, and I can't avoid him. I'm frozen by his gaze, his words. In the wake of holding my hand for a couple of moments, he squeezes his lips to it and afterward delivers me.

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

James stood silently, trying to process Abraham's words. "James, understand that sometimes the true act of love is to give up that which we most desire. If you insist on keeping Meg by your side, without being able to offer her a future, you will end up suffocating her. It's not fair to her, or to you, or with Angelina," Abraham explained, approaching the boy with empathy and understanding. "I don't know what to do." "Do what is right."

As we declared our devotion to one another, the world outside faded away, leaving only our promises echoing through the hallowed space. "I, Amina, take you, Damien, to be my husband," my voice carried, carrying with it all the love that resided deep within my soul. "To love, to cherish, and to honor, in times of joy and sorrow, from this day forward, until the end of our days."

“In the lining of one of Aurelia’s old books. She hid things like poems and diary entries. But this one… it wasn’t for me.” “Who then?” “For my mother.” Christopher stepped closer. “What does it say?” Isla handed him the fragile piece of paper, yellowed and delicate. He read aloud, the words slow and heavy: You always loved with a fire I couldn’t hold. But if the world burns, I want my ashes to carry your touch. —A. “That’s not friendship,” he muttered. “No,” Isla agreed. “It never was.” There was silence, thick and heavy. When she reached to take the letter back, their hands touched. Neither pulled away.

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

Rain, though, remained stoic as she continued with her stalemate with Joshua. She was so calm that she was practically indifferent. “I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?”

His touch was firm, commanding, guiding her with effortless precision. Emilia’s heart hammered as their bodies moved together in reluctant harmony. Around them, eyes watched—men calculating, women whispering. She felt the weight of every stare, each one reminding her of Dante’s earlier warning: wolves, all of them. “You hate this,” Dante observed, his breath brushing her ear as they turned. “I hate you,” she whispered back. His chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Hate is passion, Emilia. Passion means you feel me. That’s enough.”