Hate Relationships Novels & Stories

“Through a mutual business associate, Seraphine. It’s not a compelling story.” “Business? How very like you, darling.” Seraphine’s smile widened. She leaned closer to Julian, her body angling to exclude Elena physically. “You always did have such a… transactional view of relationships. I found it bracing, for a time.” She let the implication hang, then turned her violet eyes back to Elena, dripping with faux sympathy. “You poor dear. It must be so overwhelming for you. All this.” She gestured vaguely at the opulent room. “I can’t imagine where you’d even begin to fit in. Julian’s usual set is so specific.”

I held my self back from saying anything thing hurtful as I clenched my palm. "Like I told every single one of you that I didn't want a fucking relationship because work was more important. All of you said you didn't care just because I wasn't always there and think it's okay to cheat ? Every single one of you were setting yourself up for failure." A hand runs through my hair, the sigh of Claire alone pissed me off. "You know your way out, leave before I make you."

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.

- They had sex - accused us. G and I started coughing. But what? Confused we look at him with decomposed faces. How could he think of such a subnormality? We got along awfully. We were screaming and we just want to be close to each other to kill each other. It would be very strange if our relationship went from hate to love. From love to hate it is easier than the other way around. Seriously, at that moment we were everything possible except lovers. I couldn't even think about that. It gave me chills to think of the mere possibility. I looked at G. He didn't seem so horrified at the idea and I didn't like that one bit. - Maybe- G answered with all the tranquility in the world.

She walk away with out a backward glance. "She really hates me Frank!" Douglas said sadly. "No! It's not that. It is just the working of a woman's mind just don't stop to win her favor she will get around. For what it's worth there's a thin line between love and hate. You will be anxious if she does react to your presence, it means she doesn't care. Indifference is the opposite of love remember that."

> 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.

“Just take some time off, think about it…” “Don’t you get it?! There is nothing to think about. I don’t love you, I never have and I never will.” I cut in before he completed his statement. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression or signal but I never wanted a relationship with you because I don’t like you at all!” I tried to keep my voice low but it was hard. “You don’t?” He asked. “I don’t, at least not in the way you think. I merely wanted to be friends. That’s all.” I finished before walking away from him.

She groaned not removing her hands from his neck and any wrong move from him, she will use that weakness of his and make him dance to her tunes. "Noo." He drawled, pushing his head deeper into her waist, the heat augmenting from their body contact. He is showing discrepancy, she don't even know where to place their relationship now. The first time they met, it was hate at first sight if that is even a thing but she is hundred and one sure they hated each other. They keep gyrating around from hatred to another pits of loathe and then around again. Then few days ago, they are always fighting like cat and dog or maybe even more. And now, she can't even stand between what they are anymore. They

The pain I feel, every time I look at him, it burns and I hate myself for letting him affect me as much as he does knowing that our relationship will never be. So many things have gone wrong for us, from bad decisions to misunderstandings to disagreements to fights. We were happy once before we got into all those fights and I hate fighting, we have done it all and it is unhealthy , our past is unhealthy

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.