Hate-love Novels & Stories

She got up from the bed and went to the corner. “Maddie?” Christian gaped and his eyes were like he saw a ghost in front of him. “You are so disgusting! Let’s break up, Christian! You deserve each other! Tomorrow, please leave this unit or else I will report you to the police!” I yelled angrily at them. I immediately turned around and was about to leave the unit but Christian grabbed my hand. I didn’t look at him. I don’t want to! “I am so sorry, Maddie. I love you but I love her too. I just can’t-” He got cut off because I slapped him so hard.

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

“I hate him. I should hate him. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Her hands did not stop their calming movement. “Hate is a fire that consumes first the one who carries it, meine Liebe (my love),” she said, pausing. “And what sometimes seems like hate… isn’t. Sometimes it’s just a pain so deep it doesn’t know how to scream its own name.” I opened my eyes and looked at the ridiculous necklace in the velvet box. The diamond heart sparkled under the light, a grotesque symbol of everything false in my life.

"You are sick! You are obsessed! I don't love you! I will never love you! You are the devil himself!" "Love?" He scoffed, standing up and walking around the table until he stood right behind my chair, leaning down close to my ear. "I don't need you to love me. Love is weak. Love changes. Love dies. But fear... fear stays. Hate... lasts forever. And I know you hate me, Selene. I know you despise every breath you take in my presence. And that is fine. Because hate is just as powerful as love. Maybe even more." He placed his hands on the back of my chair, trapping me.

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours of silence. For Lily, each minute had been a deliberate brick laid in the wall she was building between her old life and this new, sterile reality. The sweetness of that afternoon in the penthouse—the shared smiles, the brushes of hands, the whispered possibilities—felt like a fever dream now, a hallucination brought on by a desperate need to be loved. In the cold light of the aftermath, there was only the jagged truth: Julian Vane was no different from Thomas. He was just better at branding.

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she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

In fact, right now, they were not important at all. I swallowed back bile and murmured, my voice husky with desire, with raw, urgent need, “Of course I care about you. I thought… I thought that you hated me.” “We hate each other. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” My mouth turned up, the smile too sad to reach my eyes. “I suppose it is.” “There’s a thin line between love and hate, though.” “Too thin,” I breathed, levelling my gaze at him. “Sometimes, I… Sometimes it becomes blurred beyond all comprehension. Until I no longer know what is real and what is not.”