Hate Love You Novels & Stories

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

XD pointed out but Xander rolled his eyes and said, “That was so middle school. You haven’t been with any other girl since then, unless you are still nursing a broken heart.” “I am XD….I don’t do love. I have never and will never fall for any person.That is a promise.” XD said crossing his arms across his chest as Xander said, “You would be surprised, you will meet the love of your life sooner than you would even expect. And when that time comes you owe me a house and five cars.” “Deal.” XD said as Xander turned to grin at him.

he looked around his small apartment, “you have every right to have expectations, and you can walk out anytime. I will never blame you. What matters to me is that you are happy and safe.” “Do you think love comes with money or a great future?” she asked with a frown. “When I asked you why you like me, you said you didn’t know, you said you can’t stop loving me. Then do you think my feelings for you will change with your home? Do you think I love you for a great future?” she asked in an accusatory voice. “Love comes when you feel safe with them. Love comes when the other person is there with you in good times and bad. Love comes when the person doesn’t judge you for your past, and that is why

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

I really messed up this time. Please Don't hate me Noah. I need some more time. ***** Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

Esther weakly opened her eyes, gazing at the man who had astonished her entire youth. She whispered feebly, "Bradley, I hate you." 'I hate you. Hate you.' Esther understood more than anyone else that love often lay on the opposite end of hate. Without an enduring love, could such profound hatred even exist? "I hate you." These three words echoed like thunder in Bradley's ears. He gently cupped Esther's face, softly kissing away her tears. His gesture seemed like a plea for forgiveness and redemption.

I cut her before she could continue, “She’s not you.” “What?” She asked, as if she didn’t hear me correctly. “She’s… Not… You…” Eirny’s POV: “Why would you even say something like that? She's not me? Shes fucking perfect for you, not me, God I…” He cut me off once again, “Tell me you hate me.” As if he could read my mind. “Tell me you hate me for loving you, for hating you. Just tell me you hate me.” He looked deeply into my eyes, as the words formed off his circular lips. “I hate you,” I broke out, the words coming out as a caress. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” I spoke as if it was an enchantment. A word against what I actually feel. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” He kisses m

I silently hoped she got every single emotion, every word that gnawed at my heart. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless either. Don’t hate someone I don’t hate. Don’t hate someone I love.