Hate And Love Relationship Novels & Stories

It was what I wanted and what I lived for. He may not love me the way he did before, and while hating me was totally absurd, it made me feel a tinge of relief that he still felt something towards me. Hate was just as strong as love, it stuck onto your tongue and left a trail of bitterness in your mouth. It gave you chills and kept you awake at night. Just as shrewd and as wretched as love.

He would tell me that he was doing this for me. For us. There was a fading line between love and hate, it was hard to understand the territory you were standing in. Psychologists often say that obsessive love is worst than hate. I could understand why now. You see, the thing with hate is that it's so clear. In the sense that if you hate someone, you don't care if you hurt them, in fact, their hurting brings you joy, whether you want to admit it or not. You think they're getting what they deserve.

It was quite contenting. Love and hate are intimately linked with each other, and the emotion of hatred towards an individual, whom we used to love half to death is more lethal like hell. "Cry harder, My Love. Sorry for you, because its just the teaser." I roared in front of the laptop screen and laughed insanely. The door of my study room opened, creaking in the process and my brother Leonardo walked inside. He walked in front of my table and positioned himself with folding hand and raised brows.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

I know that friends get angry, and they fight, they reconcile and then they fight again and then they reconcile again. This is the vicious cycle I know… the cycle I believe. I believe that if you love someone once then you could never hate them no matter what they did to you. If you hate them, then what’s the point in loving them in the first place? Unless they betray you in some way… even then I don’t know if I could hate them fully.

He wouldn't let anything or anyone touch the people he loved. Especially Aurora. *_*

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like

She had obviously told Prisca about how close Jace has become with Laura and even topped some lies just so her reason for being so insecure will be valid. ‘Mom, you can’t force me,’ Jace said quietly but firmly. ‘I don’t have any feelings towards her and you know that.’ His mother’s expression hardened. ‘You know why this matters,’ she replied. ‘Stacy loves you. This alliance is important, just as I want.’ He shook his head, disgusted by her words. ‘That doesn’t mean anything if I am unhappy. For Christ’s sake! I am just nineteen and there is no reason to force relationships on me.’ He shot back

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.

Fortunately, I didn't do that. I don't want Azalea to expect anything from me. Yes, I want her to understand that I'll be a good father to her child in the future, and so on—but it would be ridiculous and absurd if she thought I was falling in love with her. Because hatred doesn't easily turn into love. Hatred, in fact, is often permanent, unlike love, which is fickle. What I feel for her right now might just be euphoria because she's carrying my child, and I don't want her to—