Hate To Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

I will like to inform you that a book two of this currently underway and i would let you guys know when i would be posting it. And yippe...Who wants to see George and Nicole' s Love story and how their love story turned out. I would post the link here as once i am done. But be sure the Book 2 of Hate to Love would be posted here Anticipate. Please feel free to leave comments. Thanks a whole lot. Hope you enjoyed reading the book

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.

He said softly and it felt good to hear my name in his voice. “I know I did hurt you and me-I deserve your hatred but don’t hate me.” His voice sounded so weak and hesitant that I couldn’t stop myself from intertwining our fingers together. A sharp spark ignited inside me from our little touch. Rehan when will you understand that I am never going to hate you? I-I just couldn’t. Hatred word doesn’t exist in my dictionary for you. After all how can I hate you when you have given me this beautiful emotion called love?

He can never be mine, I have known that a long time ago. Sometimes, I hate that the heart is persistent and very hopeful. I hate that it can endure pain and can love deeply without expecting in return. That love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and in my case, it's a volatile mix. I hate him with a passion. I hate that I'm so easily affected no matter how hard I try not to. I hate that things don't always go the way we want them to be and I hate that this love is so strong, patient and selfless. But I guess, I hate myself more for keep on loving him for all these years.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."