From Hate To Love Novels & Stories

“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

Hello, my lovely readers, Thank you for giving this story a chance, and even more, for patiently waiting for the updates as I am not regular with my updates. No matter how many times I apologize for it, I know it’s not enough. "Hate You as Much as I Love You" wasn’t my first idea when I decided to write a story. It was actually a werewolf romance that I first began to write as a writer. Then I decided to enter a contest and put it on hold. I chose the second chance theme for my very first novel. The plot came to me almost instantly. At first, I had planned for the book to be around 80 chapters, but as you can see, it eventually grew into 106 chapters.

Instead, she felt nothing other—just as she saved the recording to her phone and began the transfer to her google drive—than a growing resent to the woman she could not help but love. She felt it boil and overspill inside of her, a hatred that grew where affection managed to still remain. The waters of her regard were left at unrest—frothing, brewing, baking, blistering... Genevieve felt the pair of states at conflict; the love and the hatred— To Mona Smith.

Because she was totally oblivious of his moves. "Ishq Aur Nafrat dono hi jab had se badh jaye to zeher ban jata hai aur zeher sirf jaan le sakta hai bacha nahi sakta (love and hate when both Break the limits it becomes poison and poison only kills it does not save lives) I did enough damage to you Tara now it is time I set you free from this cage of hatred. It is time for you to move on in life and start new life" Aarhan promised himself.

Cause the elevator stops dead in it tracks. Dante pressed some buttons but it didn't work. Great I am stuck in the elevator with him. I seat leaning my head against elevators mirror. Dante is still pressing buttons and the noise of it is getting on my nerves. "You know pressing buttons won't help." I say. "Yeah right seating will." He says. "I am saving energy. This is a very old, damaged elevator." I say. "Great. A huge company doesn't have a safe, working elevator. You hate me for buying your share of the company. If you love your company buy a good elevator for it instead of hating me." He replies.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

The four words almost seemed to have been squeezed out of his throat with a tremble. She said, "I don't hate you, and I don't want to hate you. Hate is a very hurtful feeling. It was nice being in love with you. I don't want to add hatred to it. Between love and career, you chose the latter. That’s all you did.”