Hate Love You 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

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

That being said, what was the answer to his question? “I still hate you, Rayan. And I probably will for the rest of my life.” I declared, looking straight into his eyes, honesty dripping from my breath. “But I’ve learned to love hating you.” I placed my hands over his, still holding my face, and pressed my forehead against his. “And there’s nothing else I want to do more than hate you.” He gave a brief, bitter smile. “I guess it doesn’t get more romantic than that, does it, feisty?”

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

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.

“They were brought up with the thought that they have no choice but to marry each other one day. Rocky hated the idea. He blames Leigh for the agreement..” “I know. I know..” Kade held his palms up to calm his protesting friends and let him finish. “It took him years of practice - years of mental conditioning that he hated Leigh. Have you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love? That’s what happened to Rocky. He keeps saying he hates her, but he can’t live without her. Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. If he was indifferent to Leigh, I would be the first to say he doesn’t love her.”

Jarrel started, his voice hoarse, but she cut him off again, her anger and grief spilling over. “I try every day to hate you,” she said, her voice cracking as more tears fell. “I try so hard to make you hate me, to make you push me away. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop loving you, and I don’t want to love you! I want to hate you so much that it hurts. I want to hate you so much that I could kill you.”

"I understand Mike but you know that for a it takes quite long for a pain to heal. She doesn't hate you brother. She might be just afraid of maybe scared. I don't know if she loves you but she doesn't at all hate you brother. I think she is just afraid of facing what you made her pass through all over again. "If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.