Hate Love You Novels & Stories

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

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.

Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance. "Yup!" They both said while giving me flat tone. "What's got into you bro's!" I said to them but still they all look at me seriously. "Woah seriously? Gezz fine I'll answer your questions ok!" I said as they still like to pushed that topic so I surrender. " Of course we all wanted to have someone to love and cherish ok? But not for now!" I said while giving them cheeky smile. "Idiot!" Blake mumbled.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

she says with a dry laugh. "Love and hate being the same thing?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah you know I mean love is great, loving someone is pretty fantastic I'm sure but I think the line between love and hate is pretty thin and to love someone you also have to hate them a little. I mean do you honestly think you could have someone having a strong annoying hold on you to get you to do whatever they want with just a cute smile. Personally I think I would hate that a little."

“Admit it.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision, a silent battle raging within her. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I hate you.” He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “Good. Hate is a powerful emotion, *cara*. It keeps you alive. It keeps you sharp. And it makes this all the more… interesting.”

The lооk hе hаd given me before opening thе dооr would ѕtау with me fоrеvеr. “Gоd nо, I wаѕ ѕсаrеd, so dаmn ѕсаrеd, but уоu did this оut of love, how соuld I hаtе уоu fоr іt? Yоu gave mе bасk my family. You ѕhоwеd mе thаt I hаvе реорlе thаt lоvе me, that I wаѕn’t аlоnе. Thеу dоn’t hate me lіkе I thоught they wоuld.” “Hоw соuld they hate you, Jоеl?”

"You have every right to be angry. Believe me, I hate myself and my family for what we all did to you." Oh Jake, I hate your family and if I could hate you it would make things so much easier, instead I still love you. I don't want to love you. No matter how hard I am trying not to love you, it's impossible. Grams would hate me for loving you, that's one of the reasons I can't give in, but gosh I love you with all my soul Jake. Something I will never be able to tell you though. A song from Nickleback comes straight to my mind, ....trying not to love you, only makes me love you more....

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

he exclaims in disbelief. “Of course, I don’t. I’m hurt and angered and saddened by what you did, but I don’t hate you. That’s extreme. Hate is a strong emotion, and toxic. I love you; I don’t hate you. I just hate what you did, and that’s completely different.” “You really don’t hate me?” he asks with uncertainty. I roll my eyes. Come on, he knows I’m physically unable to lie. “If you’re so convinced I somehow found a way to lie, then read my mind. You can, can you not?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.