Hate Me Love Me Novels & Stories

He said angrily “No..no I don’t hate you, I hate me, do you hear me, I hate me, I hate myself for falling in love with you even when I know it was forbidden and that alone cause me my baby, I hate myself for trusting you, I hate me for believing you will protect me, I hate myself for being weak, I hate myself that I couldn’t protect my baby, all I want is to unite with him, please let me go, let me leave, i don’t belong here.” I cry out “You’re not allowed to leave,” he said calmly.

Even if she hated him to the bone now, it was only because she had loved him so much and so deep. This mixed feeling of love and hate could really torture someone to death. How Rainie hoped that Mango could just lose her memory, or that she could get over him completely. At least, she would not have been this painful. However, no one could help her with this kind of thing, and one could only get over it by themselves. Rainie gently let go of Mango's arm and whispered, "If there is anything you need, just let me know at any time. You know, no matter what you do, I will support you."

I heard the door opening so I made my way back to the lobby, still focusing on the lyrics of the song. My jaw dropped to the floor and my heart started to pound rapidly when I saw the person who was standing at the doorway. No way in hell!! No, no. It shouldn't be happening. 'It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

The simple honest wish of a man who had decided that if the person he loved was going to be loved by someone else then the someone else had better do it correctly. Take care of each other. "We will," I said. He nodded. Once. Clean and certain the way he did everything. He opened the door. He went back to his desk. And I stood in the small meeting room for a moment with the ring on my finger and the warmth of the morning and the specific weight of Marcus Reed's grace settling around me and I thought about the specific cost of loving someone who chooses someone else and the specific dignity of bearing that cost without letting it make you smaller.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

I had learned to engage in stupid arguments and pointless banter with her even though all I wanted was to whisper sweet nothings in her ears and tell her how beautiful she was and by God she had to be the most beautiful thing to ever walk this planet. Jasmine was the absolute love of my life, had been for the last decade at least and i didn't think that was ever going to change, but she hated my guts. I have no clue what I did wrong exactly but the more I tried to get close to her, the more I find out that the only type of conversation she would ever have with me is an argument, and the only activity she wanted to engage in with me was a competition, so I gave her what she wanted, because

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

She doesn’t realize how close she has leaned until her chest brushes his back. “I guess,” he says after a moment, “I never really had space for anything else after that.” Her hands slide down his arms, thumbs tracing muscle, grounding herself as much as him. “Some redheads disappointed me anyway,” he adds, voice darker now. “Like you.” The words land softly, but they sting all the same. “But you have the same shade of intense red hair as that girl so whenever I want to hate you, I can’t bring myself to.” She stills.

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