Hate-love Novels & Stories

Once he understood a wide arrogant smirk made its way to his lips as she glared at him with anger. .................................................. "They say love nullifies hate, I say hate is a catalyst to love" ......................................................

"You've got to be kidding me! I don't like her, not at all! If ever, it's hatred." "Really?" Leroy smirked. I stared at them deadpan as they started laughing. "Whatever you say..." Dax said, deepening his voice for effect, "but remember, there's a thin line between love and hatred. For sure that hate you are feeling will turn into love. And before you know it, you'll be trapped. And you won't be able to escape until you accept it." Pshh. Nonsense. The words still haunted me. What did Dax mean? I wasn't in love that was for sure. I've had many flings, but why would hating someone bother me so much?

Jonathan and Stefani. Both hated each other's guts they fought a lot of times for a long time. Both assumed and thought wrong of each other. Both had their hearts in pain for years. Because of misunderstandings, they closed themselves from everybody, including one another. But just as love was a strong emotion, hate was, too. And if people look closely, they would find it amazing as it was still the thing that brought their hearts together again. Hate. Was it really the opposite of love? Or were they the same all along?

“We’re working on it. And by working on it, I mean that we argue and bait each other and then go home and think about how much we hate each other.” After they gave their orders for a second round, Harrison said, “You know, I’ve always thought that hate and love were related.” Caleb groaned. “Not this again.” “No, I want to hear this,” Heath said. “What’s your theory?” “Only that love and hate both make people do stupid things, and they both bring out strong emotions. If you love somebody, you care about them; if you hate somebody, you care about them, in a twisted kind of way. You have a connection.” Harrison sipped his beer in thoughtful silence.

Nicole. Men. They were the worst kind of animals and my husband happened to be a monster. The kind that’s supposed to be caged with a warning written in bold letters. Do you think it is strange that I was only filled with disgust right now? The hurt I felt long forgotten as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I felt like a thousand spiders were crawling around my body, their fangs kissing me. “Marcus” Even rolling his name around my mouth tasted like a bile of vomit. “Have some respect for God at least if you have no human decency.”

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

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.”

Lauren yelled with a clenched fist. "Loverboy! I gave you my property for just two months and you are holding on to it like it's yours." Lauren turns his face, it's obvious that Lauren is madly in love with Mandy, even though he had told her a thousand times to her face that he hates her, let's say it's love in a coat of hate. "I said I want to see her," Lauren yelled.