Entre El Amor Y El Odio Capítulo 2 Novels & Stories

His responsibility, his burden, his choice. “Olvida que he preguntado.” (Forget that I asked.) I scoffed. “Para mí fue fácil. No tuve unos padres como los de Emiliana.” (It was easy for me. I didn’t have parents like Emiliana’s.) He rubbed his face tiredly, no doubt trying to chase away any thoughts of his own past. “La quieren, pero su odio hacia ti parece más importante. Hay una delgada línea entre el amor y el odio, y ellos parecen atascados en algún lugar del medio.” (They love her, but their hatred for you seems more important. There is a fine line between love and hate, and they seem stuck somewhere in the middle.) He pointed an accusatory finger at me with a smile playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry, Mera. Sorry. Wipe your tears! I am sorry. Very sorry. You know Mera, I do this because I love you. You know who I told you guys about in the park this morning? It's you. You're making me crazy, Mera. You left me for Brandy." It feels like now what he's talking about is bullshit. I'm disgusted to hear that. My guilt towards Brandy grew. Shame hovered in my mind. This body, this body is disgusting. Quickly I picked up a glass on the bedside table, and threw it at Abraham. Brakk …! The glass broke into pieces. Blood dripped from Abraham's forehead. I don't care. Even if he dies, I still don't care. "Mera, I will go now. But remember! I do this because I love you. I'm sorry if my act

In the depths of my heart, a flame ignited, a flicker of hope and a renewed commitment to cherish and protect the love we shared. And so, hand in hand, we embarked on our journey, ready to confront the anger within and embrace the transformative power of love, knowing that together, we could overcome anything. ~~~~ (Luna Bella's POV) I could feel the tension in the air as Alpha Zavier and I stood face to face in our private chamber. The remnants of our argument still lingered, a volatile mixture of anger and hurt hanging between us like a thick fog. My heart raced, fear coursing through my veins as I looked into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of the man I had fallen in love with.

"Don't test my patience, Natasha" Natasha yanked her hand free, her eyes blazing. "Get your hands off me ". She said with a disgust look on her face and left. The night swallowed Natasha whole. She lay in bed, stare fixed on the ceiling as her mind raced. "Michael....Argun.... The LEES name....her thoughts swirled, a mess of emotions defiance, fear, want. "Why can't I just be me?" She said cuddling her pillow. In his small studio, Michael was doing the same lost in the dark, replaying Argun's words. Engagement....stay away... tension gripped his chest. "Do I let her go?"

Just then, the living room door burst open, and Daniel stormed in, breathless and frantic. “What did you do? What the hell did you do?” he yelled at me, his eyes wild and red as if he was possessed by demons. This man was utterly pathetic. “ANSWER ME!” he roared, reaching for me, but my icy glare froze him in his tracks. I remained silent. Why would I answer him? He inhaled sharply, shame washing over him as he turned his gaze away. Did he genuinely care for her? Was this more than just a foolish obsession?

But I forced myself to continue, one step at a time. He stood with his back to me. Enzo noticed me first — his eyes widened in surprise, though he said nothing. Dante remained turned away until I took another few steps forward. Then, slowly, he turned. Our eyes met. My breath caught. It was as if the air had vanished, as if the whole world had frozen. The way he looked at me — as though his worst enemy stood before him. There was nothing in his eyes. No warmth, no comfort, none of the tenderness I had once loved so deeply. Those eyes that had once been my safe haven were now filled with hatred.

That same bastard, who had invented the idea that there was a fine line between love and hate, was indeed correct. — Son of a bitch! — I released the curse that was swirling around in my mind and crossed my arms under my breasts. Mercy! I had to go through several waves of anger, the almost irresistible desire to throw her out the office window, smother her with my bare hands, poison her coffee, and a host of other deadly desires to discover that amidst the hatred I felt for Veronica, a love would be born. Why hadn't it been easier? I was so absorbed in my own reveries that I didn't realize I wasn't alone until I heard her laugh for the second time. At the same instant, my face burned with p

"I want you so badly Alessandro." - End Of Chapter 22: Oh & Empty -

I couldn’t tell if it was the darkness itself or something else. “If that is what I have to do then I hope you will accept me and everything that I have to offer. I just hope you won’t hate what you get.” I could feel the tears on my face coming out faster but I made sure not to lose myself in my emotions. I can’t be weak in front of anyone. I always have to be strong. “Que hai que odiar?(What to hate?)” I couldn’t tell exactly but it felt like the figure was smiling at me when they said that. The figure leaned in closer and kissed me gently on the forehead. When that happened it felt like something inside of me was changing.

Chapter Seventy-Four Elio and Ayah both of them were looking at each other with the same level of resentment as the other. Both of their eyes reflected danger. Ever since they crossed paths with each other this was the first time that both of them were in the same level of emotion, resentment, and hatred. Their potential to be dangerous was just equal. The love between them faded away as soon as it happened. Those peaceful moments filled with sweetness and serenity that put out the fire inside his heart were crushed like pieces of glass. It was as if the bottle of poison woke the monsters inside him.