Hate Our Love Release Date Novels & Stories

Hate. Oh yes, I fucking hate Chase Hartley. I mean he's... cocky, a college hockey star, and to top it all, he's my soon-to-be stepbrother. Because my dad decided to get married and have me trapped under the same roof with him for the entire summer. But everything changed the day we kissed. Everything turned forbidden. WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS SPICY. LESS HOCKEY. MUCH SEX

"Yuliana, are you really moving abroad? You're not even going to talk it over with Charlie?" Madelyn Gardner asks. Yuliana Beckett lets out a self-mocking laugh. "We're already divorced." "You got a divorce?" Madelyn gasps, staring at Yuliana in disbelief. "Charlie actually agreed to that? After everything you've done for him these past three years, even a heart of stone would've softened by now." Madelyn speaks up for Yuliana, indignant on her behalf. But it's only after Yuliana boards her flight and leaves the country that Charlie Zimmer finally realizes what he's lost. He chases her across the ocean like a man possessed. In the face of his remorse, Yuliana has only one thing to say. "I don't love you anymore."

We spent years of our lives, trading insults at work and glaring across the office. Turning every coffee and lunch break into a battlefield. Nancy Gilbert and Alaric Wealth are two incompatible coworkers with different dreams, different directions but in the same environment. One day, a cruel video blows up Nancy’s world, leaving her shattered and all alone. Alaric finds this as an opportunity to get closer to her as he helps her overcome the situation. They start getting closer after that and everything is perfect until Michael, comes back with a plot twist for their happy ending. It is later discovered that Nancy’s hatred for Ric was because he failed to recognize her. And Ric’s torments were his punishment to her cause she broke a promise. By the end of this book, you will discover the romance was never between Nancy and Alaric but between Michael and Alaric. Or maybe, you’ll discover I just lied. You’ll just have to read to find out.

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."

Kathleen believes that being single is sufficient. She does not require a man in her life. That is what she has always believed. But one day, she meets the man who would convinced her that everything she thinks is a lie. A man who can fill her stomach with butterflies. Not only butterflies, but hunger, need, and insatiable pleasure. Their fate appears to be playing them alone. Now she was smitten by his charisma. Falling into a pit where there is no point of turning back. She's trapped and can't even escape her own feelings. Worse yet, she discovered that the man she most desired was already married. Will she be able to fight for him? Will she be able to do anything just to please her own desire? Will she be able to bear the pain? Or will she be able end up getting every bit of him, by hook or by crook.

They rule the school. They hate me. And apparently… I'm theirs. Mira Vale didn't come to Apex Moon Academy to make enemies. She came to survive. But surviving gets complicated when the three most powerful, most dangerous, most infuriating Alphas on campus decide she's their favourite target. Kael. Ronan. Lucien. The Ravencrest triplets. Cold. Ruthless. Impossible to ignore. She's a half-blood nobody. They're heirs to the most feared pack in the territory. This was never supposed to be her story. Then the bond snaps. And suddenly the boys who made her life hell can't stay away — and neither can she. She has a secret that could change everything. They have a past that could destroy her. And the mate bond doesn't care about any of that. Some mistakes you can't take back. Some bonds you can't break. And some alphas — even the ones who hate you — won't ever let you go.

Ira is the lowest-ranking wolf in the werewolf community. Bullied by her peers, maltreated by her guardian, and supposedly wolfless. When the werewolf coronation of the next king comes along, she is forced to attend as a servant of the royal family. Things take a drastic turn when she finds that she is mated to the Royal Alpha twins, who are said to be cursed and want nothing more than to protect and take what’s theirs.

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…

I signed a contract to marry the man I hate the most in the world. Alexander Voss; a ruthless billionaire, my family’s mortal enemy, the devil who once tried to destroy everything I built. One year. One penthouse. One bed. No feelings. No touching. No falling in love. But the moment the ring is on my finger, the rules start to burn. Every touch burns with vengeance. Every kiss tastes like war. But the most dangerous part? I’m starting to crave the man who ruined my life. And he’s becoming obsessed with keeping me forever. Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate — Where enemies become addicts.

As Mom and Dad arrive at the company to hand it over to their biological son, Nick Yeager, I throw myself off the 30th floor. Blood splatters everywhere, and the crowd scatters in panic. Mom and Dad also scream in horror at the sight. But the moment they realize the dead person is me, the fear drains from their faces, replaced by nothing but disgust. "Back then, we brought home the wrong baby, so Nathan got to enjoy 20 years of wealth and privilege for nothing. Instead of being grateful to us for raising him, he kept making things hard for Nick after we acknowledged him and brought him home. And now he's killed himself at the office? What an ungrateful bastard!" The onlookers curse at me for having no conscience, saying that even in death, I won't let the Yeager family have a moment's peace. But in the end, no one expects Dad, who despises me more than anyone else, to hold my urn in his arms and beg me to come back with tears streaming down his face.