Hate To Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

Synopsis: "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ____ Prologue 8 years ago everything in my life was great. I had a happy family, lots of love, and everything felt just perfect. But then, out of nowhere, things turned super dark. It happened on a regular day that suddenly felt all wrong.

She was very angry while saying those words. "Eric's Grandmom hates me." I simply stated. There was a complete silence for few seconds. I was wondering where did she go? Just then a laughing sound started coming. "Do you think it's a joke?" I asked her. "No! No!" She said. "But who can start hating someone in a day?" She tried to normalise her breathing. "Sometimes it's take a second either to love or hate someone." I said in a very serious tone. "This is not a movie Scarlett. It's a real life. And trust me hatred is a strong emotion. You must be thinking I am mad or I am not understanding you but always remember for hating someone you need to love them first." She paused.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

"That isn't possible anymore, Mom. She must hate me to the bones." Unwilling to believe her son's words, Mrs. Stephenson spoke, "You silly kid, what did I tell you before? The deeper one's love for somebody is, the deeper their hatred will be when the love turns sour. She hates you right now exactly because she loves you!" Daniel no longer wanted to find out whether Hilda loved or hated him, though. "She's Nathan Clemon's woman now."

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

I exhale, but it's a whisper of his name that comes out of my lips. "Let's not talk about this anymore, I don't want you stressing over things that don't matter" He says and pulls me with him out of the pantry. Things that don't matter? How doesn't this matter. He orchestrated everything and it... Worked. I'm with him now, after swearing to hate him forever a few weeks ago I don't even remember what it felt like to be truly annoyed with him now. People say there's a thin line between love and hate and I'm just starting to realize how true that statement is.

Jarrel started, his voice hoarse, but she cut him off again, her anger and grief spilling over. “I try every day to hate you,” she said, her voice cracking as more tears fell. “I try so hard to make you hate me, to make you push me away. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop loving you, and I don’t want to love you! I want to hate you so much that it hurts. I want to hate you so much that I could kill you.”