Hate Love Romance Novels & Stories

He said and I shook my head "You're lying?" He asked "Maybe yes maybe no." I walked away from here "Come here you." He walked fast to me and he caught me. He playfully smack my head "I'm hungry." "Want ramen?" He asked and I nodded "You better keep your words Hailey, about the date." He said and I sticked my tongue to him "Annoying." I mumbled "I heard that." He said "I love you." "I hate you." Christian said "Aww that's so sweet." I chuckled

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

he breathed against her lips. "I know," she whispered. "I hate that I can't stop thinking about you." "I know." And then he kissed her. Hard. Desperate. Consuming. It wasn’t a gentle confession—it was war. His lips crushed hers with the weight of weeks—months—of pent-up longing and denial. His body pressed her against the wall, anchoring her there like he needed her to keep breathing. And Sienna kissed him back with equal fury. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her heart slamming against her ribs.

Just the overwhelming sensation of him—his warmth, the pressure of the kiss, the faint taste of something metallic, like we were both carrying too much of our shared past into this moment. Then everything snapped back into focus. Anger flared hot in my chest, mingling with a tidal wave of confusion and something I didn’t want to name. I could feel it in the way he kissed me—how it wasn’t about softness or affection. It was raw, bruising, a collision of emotions neither of us could name. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. This was hate, spilling out in the most chaotic, desperate form it could take. Because this is what we have. Hate. Boiling, unstoppable hate for each other that made a n

Julian chuckled and said, "So whatever I heard is right. You both really hate each other. Damn! The youngest business tycoon and the business goddess hate each other?" He said while laughing aloud, but we both kept glaring at each other. Hate? Our relationship is more than that. "But that's alright, as we know, HATE is also a form of LOVE." he continued, and this time, I broke my eye contact with Vdius and turned towards Mr. Julian. Love? How come he even think about it? Gosh! I can't stand these two for longer.

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, Kade. 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.

And yet—gods help me—I could not stop it. “I hate you,” I whispered finally, the words escaping broken, raw, ripped from the deepest part of me. My chest ached with the force of them. My eyes burned. “I… I hate that I… want… you.” Silence fell. Heavy. Absolute. Then his smile came—slow, dark, devastating. A shadow curling across his lips, consuming and inevitable. “Good,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous, tasting like sin. “Hate is honest. Desire is honest. And tonight, you will face both.”

He let out a sigh after, like he just did something he’d regret for life. “Do you, Eve Craig, take Logan Maxwell as your lawful husband, to love, cherish, and to obey, in good times or bad times, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse?” I didn’t think twice, “Yes, I do.” I said, staring directly into Logan’s eyes when all I could see in them was hatred. “You may now kiss your bride.” Logan leaned in close to me, his lips close to mine. “Welcome to hell, Eve.” He whispered before his lips crashed on mine.

Just try to mend things’ Laura’s jaw tightened. She hated this was the truth. She glared at Jace, her eyes like a shattering glass filled with disappointment and hate. Jace’s gaze met her for the first time. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes...there was something unreadable in them. A shadow of guilt, a flicker of determination. He just stood, not moving an inch as he let the silence between them do the talking. ‘I can’t allow this…anyone but him’ Cynthia disagreed.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?