Hate Hate Relationship Novels & Stories

"Of course I do! I both love and hate him." Annie blinked in confusion. "What's a love-hate relationship like?" Corinne shrugged. "It's when you know he's not your ideal type, like you'll get really annoyed or angry at the things he says and does sometimes. Somehow, though, you're willing to accept everything about him because it's him." After thinking about it, Annie raised her head and asked, "Is Uncle Jeremy not your ideal type? Then what is your ideal type?" Corinne was starting to get tired from standing, so she led Joey to the sofa, and the two of them sat down before she replied, "I like submissive guys who are like puppies, which is totally opposite from your Uncle Jeremy. We all kno

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.

I asked. "I don't know for Liam but I was training. I wasn't prepared to seat through my cousin’s scowl I will eat when I get in." "Why do you guys hate each other?" "Hatred is a strong word. We just disagree a lot." "Why?" "Because we are two humans with diverse beliefs and psychology." It makes me think of my stepfather and me. Would our relationship also be described as that? Two humans with different psychology? I hope he repents for everything he did to me. Maybe I will have to ask Liam if I can go home and visit sometime.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

At the moment,I felt nothing but hate towards my self,hate at the fact that I did nothing but always let people use me. I let my father use me and also i let Diane use me,but I hated myself more because I could not help but feel a brief relief at the fact that towards the fact that I would not be legally getting married to Aneesa. I mean,I knew it was deceptive and rather manipulative but I could not help but feel like a burden had been raised from my shoulders. I was always one to be scared when it came to committing to something,most especially when it came to marriage, mostly because of the fact that my parents never had a peaceful marriage as there marriage was just purely because of bui

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

The commenter’s handle was generic, but the words were venomous. @NeighborWatcher: Total loser. A user and an abuser. I live next door to this trash. He has a wife he cheats on constantly—probably has every STD in the book. He spends all day badmouthing her, says he can’t stand her touch. Told me he’s only had sex with his wife twice and was so disgusted he couldn't do it again. Calls her his 'Sugar Mama' and makes fun of her to anyone who will listen. Stay away.