روايات وقصص ضمن Entre El Amor Y El Odio Capítulo 2

His tongue teased her nipple causing the warmth to spread even deeper. His lips moved towards her left thigh. She couldn't take this anymore. She pushed him away forcefully, breaking her kiss with him. She looked deeply into his beautiful blue orbs. Her eyes widened when she realized how dark they are. His eyes narrowed at her sudden outburst. She felt his strong grip on her hips as he slammed her onto the table. He stared into her eyes. It was as if two different beings were looking at each other. One with hatred, the other with love.

"If making love will help calm you down, then let's make love." Our clothes quickly litter the floor and we climb on the bed. I wrap my legs at her waist and pull her down for a kiss as she slowly slips inside me. Her movement was passionate and erotic. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes. Tears fill my eyes as I watch tears roll down her cheeks, making gentle love to me.

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

The bite of his words sent a shiver down her spine, and just then, her hatred for him multiplied. "Enjoy your night," he said, walking away. Elena stared at him, vibrating with rage. Asshole! "M****a, lo odio." Fuck, I hate him. Elena muttered under her breath. Mariana watched, lost. Was something going on between these two? They seemed to dislike each other. But there was something compelling about the cold, next boss of the Colombo crime crew and the gorgeous Elena? "What is going on between you two?" Mariana asked, curious.

his eyes remained fastened with hers as he uttered to her and that was just the beginning of their journey which was going to be filled with blood, hatred, rage, tears, lust and a cursed love. From here, the story of Alpha Darren and his Cursed Mate was going to begin.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

Damien said. "I think that's enough for tonight, I might not remember everything by tomorrow, but I hope that when I wake up I'll be in your arms, and that all my resentment towards you will be all gone, for everything to be normal and that you will never give me a reason to ever doubt your love and sincerity to me,’ Alma said as she leaned closer to Damien. He did same and in an instant their foreheads touched.

Even after the lies and the heartbreak and the betrayal that had shattered me into something unrecognizable. Even now, when I knew I should still be afraid. I loved him anyway. And maybe that was the real problem. Because if love had been enough, we never would have broken in the first place. The sunlight was soft when I opened my eyes. Warm. Gentle. It painted the room in a golden glow, stretching across the sheets, casting long shadows over the smooth white walls. And for a second, just one fleeting second, I forgot where I was. Who I was with.

As if she could hear my inner turmoil, Rosa paused when she reached the door, resting her hand on the doorknob, her back towards me, she called "Andera" "Yeah." "Your feelings aren't contradictory, because the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. If you loved someone and they did something to you so bad that It kills all the love you had for them, what you feel is indifference. You see them, and they're like a stranger to you; you feel nothing, nothing at all. But if you love someone and they hurt you so bad that you start hating them, it's because you still love them, and you're just sad and angry that they could hurt you." She turned to face me, her onyx eye glassy, and she star

He laughed and focused on the road, but he still kept his hand on my thigh. "I hate you." I grumbled, adjusting myself. "No you don't." He squeezed my thigh one last time, hard enough to bruise, then finally pulled his hand away. The absence hit me like cold air, my pussy clenching empty, desperate for more. I immediately hated how empty it felt. "You love it," he pointed out, his voice smug. "You are insufferable." "And you are still wet." He glanced at me, eyes dark. "We are not done with that list, Yas. I'm going to make you beg for every single one."