Hate Love Romance Novels & Stories

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted

ELENA'S POV: Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. In the past week, I managed to compare what I felt for Dimitri, to what I was expected to feel for him and my observation was just messed up. Love and hate are visceral. My stomach turns and twists at the thought of Dimitri. The heart in my chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through my flesh and clothes and I'm on the brink of fight or flight. My appetite and sleep are shredded.

Until he kills his father for her. He pulled his head back a little, giving her time to breathe, and she smiled shyly at him. Leo told her: "You're dragging me to hell, you know that." Rose replied in a whisper: "You are my hell." Leo looked at her in silence before saying in a deep tone: "Why do you hate me so much?" Rose stared at him for a long time before answering: "Because I can't love you, we are both destined to hate each other to the end. The love between us will become so horrible and ugly."

In the way that meant the thing they had been most certain of had turned out to be the thing that required the most undoing. I had been certain my heart was under control. He had been certain love was finished with him. Neither of those things had been true. And the process of discovering they were not true had been everything. Not easy. Not clean. Not the specific straightforward thing that some love stories were. The other kind. The kind with walls and wounds and a woman named Vivienne and the specific long road that led from his car outside a lawyer's office to a hillside in Tuscany in October to a kitchen table where a four year old delivered philosophical observations with complete auth

“Is that your brother? I think he’s your lover. “I see. You’re my husband’s mistress, and you’re using his money to keep a lover, right?” Alarm bells rang in my head. Yelena then said with a cruel smile, “Bring the can of gasoline. I’ve eaten every delicacy, but I’ve never tasted roasted human meat. “Why don’t I let your lover taste your flesh?” Hunter dragged himself along the floor and spoke in a rough voice. “Don’t you dare! If anything happens to Wendy, I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death! Don’t count on Jacob to save you!”

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.

"You dream a lot, dreams that are impossible to reach reality. You are my mate that fate chose for me, meaning that you are mine, and I will never allow you to stay away from me. One thing will make me let you go, and that is death." She looked at him very angrily as she said “You're a crazy bastard, you're a maniac, let me and the baby go, you bastard. I hate you.” “Hate and love are the same coin. It doesn’t matter if you love me or hate me. The important thing is that you have feelings for me, and that alone is enough for me.” She felt anger rising inside her, the bastard in front of her could never be defeated, and he always insisted on making her reach the peak of her anger.

To avoid giving a reply, I immediately put a spoonful in my mouth and pretended I wasn't in the position to talk because of my food. Dean grabbed my free hand and I looked up at him, still feeling embarrassed, “I love you baby and I will always. It is normal for you to get jealous. That is because you love me, and you are a stingy lover like myself.” He said with some excitement in his voice, and I happily choked again and pushed his hand away. “Fuck you.” I muttered while struggling to swallow.

Thomas said mockingly. "You think I hadn't noticed that about you, you really have no idea what went on in this palace these few years. I've always trained myself before arriving for your training. Did you think I could trust you blindly after I had witnessed what you had done with my girlfriend back then. Thomas it's definitely me who has loathed you for the longest time possible." Roman said as he adjusted himself and faced him directly. It had been many years back when Roman had fallen in love with a woman for the first time. She was so beautiful and serene that she captured Roman's heart in every possible way. Thomas who had known about his liking of this girl normally accompanied him wh

I guess knowing that there were CCTVs in the suite does make one feel constantly on the edge. A chuckle slipped from me and Sarah smiled. ‘I don’t know much about the young Don, honestly,’ she began, moving leisurely beside me. ‘But I am sure of one thing.’ She touched my lower arm, a sign for me to pause and focus on what she was about to say. ‘Hate is also an expression of love, Juliette.’ Her voice was as soothing as the gentle rhythm of the waves. ‘You said the Don hates you—that just means he still loves you. And men are all the same: when they truly love you, they can’t stop.’