Hater Or Lover Novels & Stories

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”

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

"Little mate, is this who you chose to settle with? He is a wimp of a man." "He is a vampire, and you will respect the man I love." My little mate commanded. It was a little scary, if you ask me. Her eyes were exactly the same a year ago. Brown and fiery. Pure hatred was written on her face. Pure hatred for me. To be frank, I was jealous of her lover, but I will never admit he was better than me. I chuckled. "Oh.. I am so afraid. You do know that you are acting stupid, right? I could kill the four of you in a second."

The commenter’s handle was generic, but the words were venomous. @NeighborWatcher: Total loser. A user and an abuser. I live next door to this trash. He has a wife he cheats on constantly—probably has every STD in the book. He spends all day badmouthing her, says he can’t stand her touch. Told me he’s only had sex with his wife twice and was so disgusted he couldn't do it again. Calls her his 'Sugar Mama' and makes fun of her to anyone who will listen. Stay away.

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

His once piercing eyes softened, holding an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. “No, Elaine.” He said firmly despite his weakened state, “I could never hate you. I may have been a fool, blind to your pain and absent when you needed me most, but hate you? Never. Elaine, I know that no matter how much I say sorry, it won't change the fact that you had suffered. In fact, if you had died back then, we wouldn't have been able to talk like this today. This might be wrong, but I want to compensate you.”

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

"If you cannot bring yourself to love me. I think I will settle for the hate you give." My response seemed to jerk her back to reality. One where I was not the knight in shining armor trying his best to save a maiden in distress. I was the villain in this story and Valentine was definitely not a maiden in distress. "I don't hate you," Valentine pushed back. "I just don't want you anywhere around me. You talk like the crow pack is not constantly messing us up. You are the one messing me up. The convergence of packs and a string of murders. If you want hate, pride yourself knowing that almost every supernatural around hates you and your brother."

Chapter 51 Love, a beautiful calamity, and conflict take us into unexplored territory, revealing sensations we've never felt before—unpredictable and hypnotic. Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation.

"That isn't possible anymore, Mom. She must hate me to the bones." Unwilling to believe her son's words, Mrs. Stephenson spoke, "You silly kid, what did I tell you before? The deeper one's love for somebody is, the deeper their hatred will be when the love turns sour. She hates you right now exactly because she loves you!" Daniel no longer wanted to find out whether Hilda loved or hated him, though. "She's Nathan Clemon's woman now."