Novel & Cerita From Hate To Love

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

at last I whined "Why!??? Just love me instead" She chuckled and pulled my cheeks before passing by to arrange the plates "Love is hard"I whined again "No Love is taking risks..and here,I've taken the risk that maybe he might love me..or I'd never be loved..that's it" I rubbed my temples .."that's even more complicated" She laughed.."you Know love begins with hate..if you hate someone so much..that you can't stand them..it's love"

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

The one everyone pities but no one respects because she couldn't see what was right in front of her face. She sat up abruptly, the room spinning for a second. The grief was still there, but a hard, icy layer of cynicism was beginning to settle over it. "Never again," she whispered to the empty walls. She wasn't just talking about Thomas. She was talking about the very idea of letting someone in. Love wasn't a sanctuary; it was a vulnerability she could no longer afford. From now on, her heart would be a fortress—no blind dates, no "I love yous" that slipped out, and certainly no one allowed close enough to tuck her hair behind her ear.