Hate Hate Double Hate Loathe Entirely Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?”

Siddharth can never let that happen. "If you don't want to tell me, you can say that directly. As you know I hate lies." Snapped Ishitha in her most annoyed angry voice. She can be very sensitive when it comes to lies. Siddharth sighed in defeat. whom he is betraying? Ishita? She can find it in the blink of eyes even before Siddharth could even think to hide. "Ok fine. Don't make this sulking face now. It's nothing. Nothing to worry about" he said stressing the word 'nothing' and Ishitha rolled her eyes in defeat.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

he mutters, pouting. My heart aches. But even in his anger, he’s still so angelic, he's still my little Attie. “Baby, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He looks up at me, eyes sharp. “Why do you hate him, Mommy?” My breath catches. Hate? Where did he learn that word? “Where… where did you hear that?” I stammer. “You treat him the opposite of love,” he says, glaring. “Which is hate.”

I finish, anticipating her conclusion "Oh no, it doesn’t fade away, it never fades away." "Okay, but what if that feeling gets replaced with hate?" I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then that's just a phrase because you can never truly hate someone you love. You can feel hurt and angered, but never hate," she replies, her words dripping with wisdom.

I inquired, my gaze fixed on his. He responded to my words with an irritated tone, "Of course I like you." "You know, there's a big difference between liking and loving someone. We like everyone, but not everyone loves us. Rachit." Harsh said the same thing to me earlier, and I'm very sure I didn't get it. I don't know how I'm going to give him a speech about the difference between love and hate if I'm confused myself. Harsh was right; I needed to sort out my confusion. Despite being so close to Rachit, why am I suddenly recalling Harsh's words?

she repeated the moment I felt all my senses go numb and my heart stopped a beating as her words played in a loop in my mind—wolfsbane, the worst of all. “Why do you hate me so much, Camilla?" I asked as tears streaked through my eyes down to my cheeks as I thought of the chance that this might be my last moment on earth. “I don't just hate you; I loathe you and despise you! If there were other words I could use in making a description way worse than those I would, you have always gotten what I wanted, and you just would not die; keep making me look like a fool times without number.

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.