Hate Relationships Novels & Stories

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

"I don't know, son. Looks like she wasn't that much invested into the relationship that you did. And you know Granny's health, I can't risk her life when all she wished for the most was to see your wedding…" "So, you came up with the next plan to replace Eva?? What a sick joke is this?? Even though they two look alike, both are polar opposites, Dad. And most importantly, I don't love her. In fact, I was the meanest bully of her high school life. And now, as her sister betrayed me to such an extent that I wanted to burn down their whole family…"

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.

“Love you more.” Being ourselves is not wrong. Being a gay is not a fault. It is just being themselves and accepting who they really are, wholeheartedly. And about relationships; not every relationship starts with love. Some starts with hate, which may blossom into the heart-warming love later, just like they both turned to the perfect lovers from ‘THE RIVALS.’

I let the drink soothe my nerves. " You said you are curious. Curious about what?" I ask, setting the glass down. " Your relationship with Hector. You guys look like you hate each other." He says and I chuckle. " Hate is a strong word. I prefer the word dislike." I reply. He is my mate and for as long the bond is still there,hatred is out of the question. " I always thought that finding your mate is the most beautiful thing. It was, until he suggested we have an open relationship." I confess and Logan looks at me as if what I said is the most absurd thing he has ever heard.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

Hate. “Wait!”

But everytime she thinks about their relationship, she just can’t believe that they fell for each other. Who would fall for each other when all they did was diss each other? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for your total opposite? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for someone who shouts at you almost every minute of the day? Only L and Patrice. And most of all, who would fall for someone with the personality you disgust so much that seeing that someone makes you want to puke? Only L and Patrice. So, maybe, it’s true. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

His words echoed through the room like an arrow that had pierced the silence. Nora had always had a very funny feeling about love. She would call what she had a love hate relationship. She wasn't one who knew what it would be like to be loved by someone who wasn't her father and she had never thought that she would find someone who would be able or willing to care about her in such a way. She had heard the legend of mates. They were set to be partners that were made and destined for you. Someone that was a half of your soul that

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.