Hate To Love Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight. But I didn’t particularly care. My big vice was romance novels. I just loved them. And the cheesier and sappier and more unrealistic they got, the more I invested myself in them because, by that point, it was pretty much only the emotions they seemed to evoke that mattered. They were just so yummy and fulfilling and...and amazing. I devoured them like potato chips, damning any sleepless-night consequences that might follow. So basically, I was pretty much determined to finish this entire book tonight.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks. His name is Jon and he's pretty handsome if you would ask me, tall, slender with that pointed nose, cute and pink lips with masculinity. But he's my nemesis And there he was, sitting at the back of the café, his nose buried in a book. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to remind myself of all the reasons why I hated him. The way he had treated me, the way he had broken my heart, and yet, here I was, unable to resist the pull towards him.

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

I used to think romance novels were silly. I mean you would agree with me that some things in romance novels don’t make sense. For example, whenever the main characters kissed the sensation of the kiss was described as an electric feeling and I always wondered why a kiss would feel like electric pulses in my veins and who wanted to feel shocked by electricity while they kissed? But right now I’m beginning to think that maybe I have been kissing the wrong people.

"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…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

He had so much going on in his mind and he needed to have her before him so he could confront her. Roman couldn't believe he was once in love with the woman. He wasn't just in love with her back then but he was madly and crazy in love with her but now all he had for her was hate. He hated her for leaving him with their twins. He hated her for walking back into his life and causing a host of trouble. He hated her for almost killing he and the twins. He hated her with passion. He had wanted to accept her since she was the mother of his twins but now after all she did to him he just couldn't helped but feel hatred for her. He wanted to see her and know her reason for putting their lives in dang

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

"I think I might be in love with both of them, which feels like the kind of answer that should disqualify me from saying it out loud at all." "Why would it disqualify you?" "Because it's not supposed to work that way, Cole. You pick one. That's the entire premise of every romance novel I've ever half read on a beach vacation. You pick the right one, and the wrong one fades quietly into the background, and everyone lives happily ever after with the correct choice."

The way she looked at the people she loved like they were her entire world. Especially that idiot Stephen Brock. I hated the way she looked at him. Not because I wanted her then. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. But because deep down, I knew men like Stephen didn’t deserve women like Isabella. And I was actually right. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and sighed heavily. Last night changed everything. The moment I kissed her, I knew there was no going back for me anymore. The taste of her lips still haunted me. Soft.

My tone was stern and uncompromising, hoping it was enough to hold her at bay. Zoe laughed, and shook her head. “Why do I have to pay for another woman’s mistake? She hurt you, but I won't harm you. Not when I love you more than I love myself. You just don't want to give me a chance. You lied. You don't like me at all.” I sighed, feeling my head begin to ache. I shouldn't have accepted the ride. I looked out the window. We were almost at my place. “It's not that I don't like you Zoe. I find it hard to attach any romantic feelings towards you. You're more like a sister to me. Let's keep it at that.”