Hate Hate Double Hate Loathe Entirely Novels & Stories

‘‘Because, he hates me too much, he hates me more than the devil himself, his hate for me is so fierce that I think it can ignite a wild forest fire,’’ I breathed. ‘‘Exactly, that is very off, look here, if I really hated you, hated you to the moon and back, and never wanted to see you do anything, whether good or bad, I would take my precious time, attention and energy, to show you how much I hate you, I would use it on the people I love, if I really hated you , I wouldn’t care to remind you about it everyday or follow you around to prove it to you, unless, unless I mean,’’ she added.

Not only that, but I hate you all ! ....

I can even act like a moron if that's what she wants. "I know, but I don't care. As long as I can have you by my side..." "HA! Truly pathetic!" She sneered. "WILL YOU STOP SAYING THAT? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO ACT LIKE THIS? YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!" I snapped. "LOVE? DO YOU CALL THIS A FUCKING LOVE? THIS ISN'T LOVE! YOU JUST WANT TO HAVE SOMEONE IN YOUR PATHETIC AND LONELY LIFE!" "YOU KNOW WHAT? You're more pathetic than I am. You labeled yourself as someone strong but your nothing!"

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

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.”

You think they're getting what they deserve. But love? Love was so aggravating. When you think of hate, the emotion you feel is no different from the emotion someone else feels. It's a universal feeling. An overwhelming feeling of loathing. Would you really care if someone you hated died? But love, it's so broad. It's so extensive, where does it end? Are love and hate really that different? Or are they just reconstructed words tailored to what you want to hear? If you hated someone, wouldn't their pain bring you pleasure, wouldn't you love to see them in pain?

All the suffering she has been going through for 5 months. "What's yours will never be mine. And you know the most simple fact. I don't want anything that's yours. I hate everything that is under your possession. I hate even myself." Hunter stared in her eyes. He has no idea but the word 'hate' really hit him hard. No matter how much he tries but the pain he felt hearing the word 'hate' was just something else.

" I hate you, "her words were enough cruel to stab his heart .His eyes flickered with a battle of emotions.Intensifying every passing second .He wanted to go and take the tongue out which dare to roll the words which were nothing but banished long back. No one dare to speak against or in front of him .But the person who was there to love him, even dare to roll the word hate indicating it for him .His eyes flickered with a burning fire, the veins popped out by the pressure exceeded, the blood ready to splatter all around .

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.