روايات وقصص ضمن Entre El Odio Y El Amor

Yet now, sitting here, the thought of him gone carved a hollow pit inside her chest she couldn’t ignore. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. “I wanted revenge. I wanted to see him fall. So why—why does it feel like I can’t breathe knowing he might not survive this?” Enzo regarded her silently, his jaw ticking. “Because hate and love aren’t opposites, Amira. They’re twins. Both consume you. And Montez… he knows how to fan the flames of both.” She looked up at him, stunned. “And you? Do you even care?”

"You are my hell and my paradise, and you belong to me." "But you hate me," she moaned, tears sliding out of the corner of her eyes. "And I hate you." "Oh, Princess, don't you know?" He growled on her lips, his hands gently cradling her aching breasts. "Hate is so much closer to love than indifference. We can work with that." Eden knew then there would be no getting over each other. Not when their need for the other burned so bright.

Hate versus love, how are these words so connected as always even if they are totally in contrast? I hate when Amber does shit on everything... When she just dumps me to mind her own situation, when she makes me want to understand her, I just really hate when she sends Felisa away and when she always makes me feel that intense kissing me in nowhere...but when she...she walks slowly towards me and ask me if she should stop it...inside me silently shouting on her, asking her not to stop, I walk angrily towards her office to end all her shits about me but facing her like this...I can see her pain...all her doubt to herself, I am suddenly put back to the past when... when she eagerly asks me to

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

They walked back to class side by side, the tension gone—replaced by something stronger. But Natasha couldn’t stop the thought that crept into her mind. Is this still friendship… …or something more? She glanced at Michael, confusion—and something softer—flickering in her eyes.

Her hands held Kaylila's fingers tightly, as if she didn't want to let go again. "Where are we going?" Ask Kaylila. "To a place where no one will bother us. I just want to be with you. I'll do everything you want, all you want. But don't leave me. I beg you..." Please Genta again. Kaylila doesn't speak Genta's words. Usually Kaylila will soon collapse with persuasion Genta, after the quarrel occurs. But somehow this time Kaylila felt empty. No more compassion, compassion, sense of belonging, love for Genta anymore. Kaylila bit her lip. There was a bitterness that suffocated his chest. It's possible that the taste Kaylila had for Genta has disappeared.

" Take a look at this" Oden stretch forth the letter towards Audrea. Audrea eyes dart around the letter absorbing in, each words. " Wow!, what an apology" Audrea finally comments. " It baffles me though" Oden replies Audrea lifts up her right eye brow, staring openly at her husband. " Yes, it baffles me" " So what will be your verdict?" Oden pauses thinking hardly of what to do next. He sighs, his son had always been a difficult nut to crack just like his mother.

thought Axelina. ****** Love comes without anyone knowing Two human children united by destiny Hate and love go hand in hand Strengthen and destroy simultaneously Hope and expectations from a relationship ******

"Why? 'Cause I'm right for thinking she's the reason?" "Stop it," Sean hissed. "You're supposed to hate that bitch, Sean, after what she and her family did." she pushed. "I said stop, Elodie." His tolerance was wearing thin. "Then make me understand. If you want me to stop, make me understand!" He extinguished the cigarette on Elodie's exquisitely polished mahogany bedside table making the girl frown even more. "I hate her, never you doubt that. I owe you no more explanation. Still, no one touches my prey except me 'cause only I know how I want it dead."