Hate To Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

~~~ Chase clenched his jaw. “Sophia," "Don't call my name from your mouth! Don’t call my name! Is this how this is all going to end?! You destroyed my life, Chase. You took away everything I ever lived for and this is how you end up treating me in the end? You murdered my parents, stole my peace and kept me captive with you! It still wasn't enough. You went ahead to touch me without my permission. You did things to me. You used me to cheat on your fiancé. You endangered my life by using me to get rid of a woman who loved you! You married me and kept me as a dirty little secret, Chase. You impregnated me and now? You want to end everything. You want me to just forget every single thing that h

“You and I—we’re past that.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “Because if we were, your hands wouldn’t be shaking right now.” Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her hand away from the table, hiding it under her lap. I’d hit the nerve I wasn’t supposed to. I stood up, moving around the table until I was beside her. She looked up, startled. I leaned closer, not touching her, but close enough for her to feel my breath. “I know you hate me,” I whispered. “But the thing about hate... is that it doesn’t come without love first.”

He grabbed me by the collar and pushed my back against the wall, his forearm pressed tightly against my throat. His nose flared, eyes red, face dark in a way I've never seen before. I could even feel killing intent from him. “Ronan Devereaux, I underestimated how despicable you could get.” He spat, eyes blazing. For some reason, seeing the passionate hate in his eyes and his barely restrained desire to kill me, my heart began to race. I wanted to wrap his arms around my neck and give him the knife myself. Perhaps, the tightness in his chest that made his breathing erratic would be no more.

"I hate this guy" "You mean you love him" my conscience said To be continued,likes comment and click the love symbol to add to your library

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

Eva leaned in close to her ear, her voice now a vicious whisper, each word like poison. "I wish I never gave birth to you," Eva said.Then she turned and walked up the stairs,her heels clicking as she went. Kira stood there, frozen, one hand on her burning cheek, tears now spilling freely, dropping down her cheeks in injustice. Celeste didn't leave yet. She walked up one step, so she was standing right above Kira, looking down at her like she was filth. She scoffed, loud. " you may be married to Edwards but let me remind you that you are still trash, you unlucky bastard," Celeste said, smiling sweetly. Trash will always be trash."

“I didn’t feel a tinge of sadness when my husband died. In fact, I just felt elated; I was emancipated. There’s nothing I wanted more than to flee there, and I stopped for no one and nothing until I finally made it home. But then I realized something—I can’t stop hating him. He’s dead already, and yet I can’t cease to hate. Hell, I wish I had defaced him and crushed his bones into powder. And that’s when I learned, you can’t dissolve and let go of real hatred so easily; it’s nigh impossible. So, how could Arianne stop hating you? How is it possible for her to not only transverse hate but to come to love you? I don’t understand. I don’t believe it…”

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.