Hate And Love Relationship Novels & Stories

He all but barked. It had been almost a month since the rainstorm incident, when he had caught me with that photo in his office, and I’d been right. Whatever semblance of friendship we had developed was gone. We still talked, we put on a show when we were out in public and we spent even more time together than normal because of Valerie and his family too, but the hatred was evident in the glances that he cast my way when nobody was looking. It was there in the way that he retired his “loving husband” persona the second Valerie was in bed and everyone else had left. I kept trying to find a way to fix it, but nothing was working. So I just let things run their normal course.

But everytime she thinks about their relationship, she just can’t believe that they fell for each other. Who would fall for each other when all they did was diss each other? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for your total opposite? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for someone who shouts at you almost every minute of the day? Only L and Patrice. And most of all, who would fall for someone with the personality you disgust so much that seeing that someone makes you want to puke? Only L and Patrice. So, maybe, it’s true. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

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.

All she did was to torture me and making me fall into different kinds of problem. Infact, she was one of the most selfish people I had ever come across. All this was a hate mixed with love kind of relationship and the sooner both parties realized that. the much better for them.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

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?

What was the probability that some one was not even killing some of our people and hiding them? i always thought that I’d be happy any day grey die but here I was feeling down cast cause the man I spent most of my life hating died, I didn’t even feel this sad when father died or it was because I knew that there was someone to transfer the whole hatred I had for father to. I wonder how I would feel if someone I love die if I felt this way cause someone I hate died. Perhaps, hatred is just like love. You can’t do without someone you love and you also can’t do without someone you hate no matter how hard to try to pretend you can.

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 gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

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.”