From Hate To Love Novels & Stories

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.

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

She said to me and I chuckled darkly. Her hate was better than her nonchalance or impassiveness. Hate was something, it was an emotion, and they always say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I’ll find that line and obliterate it till she loves me as much as she hates me. I don’t want just one or the other alone, I want both, I want everything she can give and more.

Lauren yelled with a clenched fist. "Loverboy! I gave you my property for just two months and you are holding on to it like it's yours." Lauren turns his face, it's obvious that Lauren is madly in love with Mandy, even though he had told her a thousand times to her face that he hates her, let's say it's love in a coat of hate. "I said I want to see her," Lauren yelled.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

He yelled in return. " Because it's of no use. No one can help me, Ray, not even you. And you trying is going to hurt the both of us! Even more than we can ever imagine." I spat, tears clouding my eyes again. " But I love you! I freaking do! Why can't you understand that and let me stay?" He yelled as he shakes me, tears forming in his eyes. " Then hate me. If you truly love me Ray.... You would hate me." I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me.

She was very angry while saying those words. "Eric's Grandmom hates me." I simply stated. There was a complete silence for few seconds. I was wondering where did she go? Just then a laughing sound started coming. "Do you think it's a joke?" I asked her. "No! No!" She said. "But who can start hating someone in a day?" She tried to normalise her breathing. "Sometimes it's take a second either to love or hate someone." I said in a very serious tone. "This is not a movie Scarlett. It's a real life. And trust me hatred is a strong emotion. You must be thinking I am mad or I am not understanding you but always remember for hating someone you need to love them first." She paused.

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

"I understand Mike but you know that for a it takes quite long for a pain to heal. She doesn't hate you brother. She might be just afraid of maybe scared. I don't know if she loves you but she doesn't at all hate you brother. I think she is just afraid of facing what you made her pass through all over again. "If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.