Entre El Odio Y El Amor Novels & Stories

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

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.

But the waves of sleep had other plans as she is already snoring the night away. It was 2 AM in the morning and Skylar found it hard to sleep as usual. The memories of that day won't leave him. He stood up to get some water, hopefully he will sleep after doing a lap around his house. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and started walking around aimlessly till he reached Diana's door. Her room was located on the first floor so it was not shocking that his legs took him all the way there. He opened the door enough to see Diana sprawled on the bed. She slept so soundly while he has been having sleepless nights. This reason alone made the hate he has for her to increase b

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

Oliver looked at him carefully. “No.” A pause. “Fear creates desperation.” Another pause. “And desperate people try controlling everything.” The words landed heavily. Because this time— Oliver wasn’t attacking him. He was understanding him. And somehow— that was worse. Elias’s expression shifted subtly again. Uncertainty deepening. Clara stepped beside Oliver now. “You know what both of you still don’t understand?” Neither answered. “You survived the same trauma.” A pause. “But neither of you ever forgave yourselves.”

A wave of anguish coursed through my veins, and I struggled to breathe as the reality of his rejection settled around me like a heavy blanket. "He doesn’t want us," my wolf lamented, her voice echoing within my mind, filled with sorrow and betrayal. "Then we don’t want him either." It was a familiar feeling, to be caught between my heart's yearning and my wolf's instinct, but in this moment, the pain was overwhelming. I felt the bond we shared crack, like glass shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces.

Posibleng bago pa siya niligawan ni Harv, ay mahal na niya ito, or simula pa lang may gusto na siya kay Harv. Pero, imposible! Maloko yang si Harvey siguradong masama ang una nilang pagkikita, haha! But it's okay, sila na naman, eh. Napanood ko nga pala ang movie nilang 'Love Between Chaos'. I must say na talagang sobrang galing nilang umarte! Kinilig nga ako dun sa may kissing scenes nila, eh! Kyaaaaahhh!!! I can't believe na nangyari sa totoong buhay na naging sila! Sana ikasal rin sila.

he said seriously, meeting my gaze. He is like my father lecturing me. “I accidentally heard your talk with Zyah,” he said when he noticed that I went quiet for a moment. “Dale, I hope you'll learn to teach your heart to let go of the hate that has been dwelling in there for so long. Because, as long as it's in there, love won't have a room in your heart. You'll never free in hate, man,” he spoke up next.

The drive suddenly made him feel alone as he remembered his friends' happy faces, full of love and satisfaction. Maybe because of the solemn music playing on the radio or maybe because he's just feeling alone, his mind began drifting off to the time when he was as happy as them... as in love as them. He sighed as he remembered how that kind of love turned into hatred. Hatred that made him finally decide to leave. Hatred that consumed him to the point of losing himself. Justine sighed once more as the memories that he had deeply buried went knocking once again, wanting to be remembered even after all these years.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the promise of further conflict hanging heavy in the air. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, a tempting symphony of smells that usually brought a smile to my face. But today, my appetite was lost, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. Angeli's face, etched with a mixture of anger and despair, haunted my thoughts. Her situation was a tragic reflection of the cruel irony of love - to crave something you could never have.