Hater Or Lover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

Bash turned around, and before he showed his anger for real this time, I pushed him towards me. "She might be rude but she is not a bad person," I told him. "Let it go. And I think I could get a lead from her for the fraud." I put my hand over his chest. That made him relax. But he didn't seem convinced. "I saw hate in her eyes, Hana. It is an ugly thing. It destroys her and anyone around her. You are around her. I can't risk it. When I didn't act how she expected me to, she changed her cards. She played the victim, she started weeping. She is a snake."

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

The notion that her hatred was just a covering over an uncontrollable need was intolerable. "No, I don’t," she hissed, her composure slipping. The admission felt like a betrayal, voicing aloud what she'd fought to ignore. She couldn't stomach the idea that her hatred was a mere curtain, veiling a desire she couldn’t control. "Child, hate is supposed to repel, not draw you into a lover's arms," he observed, calm as the eye of a storm. "Before breakfast, you were entwined. Does that sound like repulsion to you?"

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

He finally spoke. "Who?" James lifted his eyebrows in confusion. He looked around for the bartender and asked for another drink. “Marissa,” Damen said again and looked at his phone. James frowned in confusion and then suddenly his eyes widened. There was a smirk dancing on his face. He brought the bottle near his lips and said, "So, Damen my love … You are saying... your future girlfriend looks like your ex-girlfriend?" He said and busted out in laughter. "What the fuck? NOOO!!" Damen hit his leg. "Asshole, she is not my girlfriend." He facepalmed himself

These people are making him insane. "Bro, relax. I love Payal, not Mishty. Mishty, I love your sister. Not you. And Payal, I love you dumb, not your sister." Mihir cleared the air as Sid felt some energy pass through his veins. He felt happy. He doesn't know why he is happy but he is relieved that Mihir doesn't love Mishty. His irritation, his anger everything flew in thin air. "Thank God" Sid mumbled which is heard by Mishty.

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,