Entre El Odio Y El Amor の小説・ストーリー

"I don’t want anyone showing up here unannounced, got it?" Laura clenched her jaw, trying to stay composed despite the irritation bubbling inside her. His argument felt as unreasonable as ever—but she held herself back, like she always did. "Doesn’t this ever get old for you?" she asked, her tone turning cold. "You’ve resented my parents for years, and even now—after everything—we’re still stuck in the same cycle. Can’t you just let it go?" She fixed her gaze on him, hoping for a flicker of understanding, a hint of change. To her, Daniel’s love felt incomplete—how could it be whole if he despised the people who raised her?

"You're too skinny." "I'm afraid you commit the crime of eating animals." "Even if I don't mind the crime of loving you, are you still afraid of me committing the crime of eating animals?" They hugged each other tightly… Is it “beautiful love”, or is it “unfair love”? They were originally destined to love each other a long time ago, but because of hate, it turns into pain. She does not blame the Fire God León de Fuego, nor does she blame the Archer God and the Moon Goddess, but if she does, she only blames her for being too stubborn, using the most sincere heart to love someone.

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.

I hear him say as he tried to touch me,which made me evade his touch like it burned. " love? do you even know what that word means,or its just simply a joke to you. You do not do that to someone you claimed to love. You fucking used me Xander " I say now breaking into uncontrollable tears as I felt him hold me tight making it difficult for me to get out of his grasp,which made me suddenly relax into his hold. " I'm sorry okay,I know that no matter what I tell you or no matter how I try to explain how sorry I am,it would not still count for anything,but I love you so much Neesa,so fucking much" I hear him say once again which made my anger suddenly rise.

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything.

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.

It's like I could feel his desperation and need for me, our emotions mixing into desire. "I know you feel it too," he whispered breathlessly. "It doesn't matter how I feel! Emotions are dangerous and can't be trusted." I cried. "Give me a chance. The moon goddess wouldn't have made us mates if it wasn't destiny." I had to admit I did agree with him, but I just can't. Astrid had been quiet ever since we had met Killian, but this made her stir in my mind.

The mind link. Yes, but I am not bonded to him. It would seem you are. He despises me. And I… well, I don’t hate him, but we are enemies. I should hate him. He wants me dead, but it is my fault for his anger. Hate… anger can be as strong a bond as affection. Aria thought for a moment. A bond through anger. She’d never heard of such a thing. And us?

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.