Novel & Cerita Hate To Love

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

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she said and her father nodded, clearly waiting anxiously to listen to what their daughter has been going through. "Dad, Mom, I have a guy that I love, and he is..." Rose was still saying this when her father suddenly cut her off, saying "...an asshole right?" "What is his name? Who are his parents? He broke your heart, right? I'm going to kill him today" he said with an angry face, yelling at the top of his voice. "Eh?" Rose was dumbfounded while looking at her father who was yelling at the top of his voice like someone who got all his money stolen.

☆Daniel☆ My fists were tightly balled and my chest weighed down, yet the moment her gaze met mine, my voice vanished again. I could see the pure hatred in her eyes, a stark contrast to the woman I once knew. The woman who always looked at me with so much love and hope. What else could I have anticipated after what I did to her, when she had been nothing but a devoted wife? “Say something! Are you really this stupid?” Kate yelled at me.

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

> 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.

“Hurt me. Say whatever you need to say. I’m still here.” The permission cracked something open inside my chest that I had been holding shut with pure will. The hate rose clean and bright and furious, and for the first time in days I let it speak without trying to make it smaller. “I hate that you took me against the glass like I was nothing more than a body that happened to be standing there. I hate that you were so deep inside me I could feel you in my throat. I hate that I came around you while I was crying and that the memory of it still lives under my skin like a second heartbeat. I hate that you stood in my room and told me the claim was real. I hate that you stood in the snow and offer

Hatred. "Let's get a divorce."