Hater Or Lover Novels & Stories

I wanted her to chastise me, to blame me for even looking at Thane talk more of kissing him. "You don't understand, Rosa; I hate him. I want to make him suffer. I still do. How do you explain that? A woman who wants to hurt a man but desires him as much?" The smile tugging finally stretched on Rosa's lips "Andera, you don't immediately unlove something or someone you love except you never really loved them in the first place. And I need you to understand something, there's a thin line between love and hate. You, my dear best friend have been treading precariously on that line. You hate him, Yes but a part of your heart will always remember the good parts, you can't just forget it, especially

“If you’re sorry, just let me go.” “You know I can’t do that. You know I’ll never let you go. You know I’ll do terrible things to you—because I know it’ll hurt him the most. Your husband is my greatest adversary. We have a love-hate relationship. He encroaches on my turf, kills my brother, and doesn’t keep his word…but I also respect him. He’s a good opponent. I suspect he’ll be an even better opponent now that this is happening.” This guy was a psychopath. “I’m sure Hades will give you whatever you want if you let me go.”

she spoke, finally finding her voice. “How was it wrong when you kissed me first?” “I shouldn't have kissed you to begin with because that prompted you to kiss me.” Rozralas retorted. Hiro smiles. “So tell me more about your lover?" he demanded. "My lover?" "Yes, the one you told me that betrayed you." "Oh, he is no longer my lover," Rozralas said, closing her eyes briefly before opening them to see Hiro staring at her with unbelievable eyes. "If I dislike someone, it runs deep, deeper than a decayed dead body." she added moving away from his unsettling gaze.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

I answer. “Lover? Her lover was mortal?” “No. A deity like her. More specifically, her lover is - was Void.” “What?!”

However, there’s a sudden flash of emotion on his face. His eye seems glassy as he utters as if spitting out every word. “Heidi, call me a monster. Call me a beast. Fuck, call me the Devil. It does not change the way I feel about you.” “How about the way ‘I’ feel about you?” I whisper. “This hatred—built from love, passion… trust.” I breathe in deep and exhale. My heart’s pounding against my chest, the latter heaving. And this close contact with Hunter will drive me insane no longer than I imagine.

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

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“I think you have it twisted. This is for revenge, I need to see him suffer. To feel the same pain that I did.” “Noted,” Erlan said, the amusement returning to his tone. “But mon chérie, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. You hate him, but you still care. Take it from me—there’s a very thin line between love and hate. You never really know when they intersect.” His voice was silk over a blade. My free hand curled into a fist. “Ugh! I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re his friend, so of course you’re just as infuriating. Calling you was a mistake.”