Novel & Cerita Entre El Amor Y El Odio Capítulo 2

Where did those feelings go? Estrebelle looked at me. "For me, Lady Alessia, no matter how much anger and hatred you have towards the person you love, love cannot be erased from it. Love comes with anger. That's why you get angry because you love. That's why I don't believe that love disappears because in great anger." He answered me seriously while drying my hair. I agreed because that is what I believe. But why do I, all that's left is anger and I can't feel even a little love. I'm not stupid enough not to know what love and hate are. I can swear to god that there is nothing left for love.

"We met on the edge of the two world Brought by fate We set out the love passion and hate. Those dark brown orbs are hard to forget Whenever I see, I get lost in time and pace. After a long journey, finally, you are mine to be called Yet we are so apart from God knows who's at fault. you... Me... Us. Let's complete it thus But still in the path to define My love for you. Made with love, Separated by hate I am sure, still to find the way back to be ur mate" Suddenly the pain in my head took over as I fell on my knees. It was the same burning. Ahhh!!! I had too much for today as my body gave up and I fell down unconscious on the floor. END OF SHAWNA'S POV:

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.

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 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.

“Albeit I expected something new, something different came out entirely. Looking at your face, I was not looking at the same girl I met and was once obsessed with three years ago, rather at the lady that broke me. Aversion like I have never felt before grew in my heart and the need to make you suffer conquered the need to show my deceased love for you.” “I would went on battling with the thought you’re not my dead fiancé and rather the beautiful young girl I met, and then it hits me. I’m trying to fall in love when my first time didn’t exactly end well, the second, third, all I have been without love does not fit in a happy ending even. So I decide to hate you instead, however the hatred, th