Hate To Love Novels & Stories

"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."

“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.

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not

BASH I hate that look; the look of hope, of spring and future. I hate it when she did that. Because I have to crush it and stomp it down. She didn't put up a fight this time. She left suddenly, and slowly. I slumped down into my chair, looking outside the city with a very dark future awaiting me. This should be supposed to be a victory. She left. I should be at ease. I should tell myself how fucking safe it was for her now that she is out of the picture. But my heart wants something else.

I hated crying in front of him, hated looking weak, but I couldn’t stop it. Zade didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me calmly, and then, before I could protest, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. "Let me go." I mumbled, weakly hitting his chest with my fists, but he didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder this time, but he didn’t flinch, "I hate you for keeping this from me!" I cried, my fists pounding against his chest with more force, but my strength was waning, "I hate you!"

I had truly lov ed him until he taught me how to hate.

The simple honest wish of a man who had decided that if the person he loved was going to be loved by someone else then the someone else had better do it correctly. Take care of each other. "We will," I said. He nodded. Once. Clean and certain the way he did everything. He opened the door. He went back to his desk. And I stood in the small meeting room for a moment with the ring on my finger and the warmth of the morning and the specific weight of Marcus Reed's grace settling around me and I thought about the specific cost of loving someone who chooses someone else and the specific dignity of bearing that cost without letting it make you smaller.

“Elara’s mother is the daughter of an Alpha. Her brother is currently the Alpha of the Moonbane pack. So Elara is from that descendant. There is no one better than her.” I gritted my teeth. “Marrying Elara would hurt her.” My father relaxed backwards on his seat. “She hates me. Why should I put her through that torture called marriage?” His eyes searched mine for a moment, then he stood up, walking towards me. “Then make her fall in love with you, Alistair. Marrying someone you love wouldn’t be torture, would it?” “How do I make someone who hates me fall in love with me?” He chuckled. “It’s quite simple, you know. Fall in love with her, and you’d see how easy it is to make her happy.’

"That absolute, bottom-feeding, necrotic piece of—" "I’m done," Lily interrupted, her anger finally overriding the hurt. "I shouldn't be this angry. I’m supposed to be 'evolved,' right? But this? This is unforgivable. He’s not just a cheater, Sophia. He’s a sadist. He wants to own the narrative of my pain." "He doesn't own anything but a bad tattoo and a dwindling bank account," Sophia said firmly. "Go home. Lock the door. I’m researching gyms with better security and fewer sociopaths right now."