Hater Or Lover Novels & Stories

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.

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.”

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

Alpha Sorren shrugged. “But you have Lady Selina now, yeah?” I mumbled, unsure why I did that. “Do you still like Luna Nia?” “I don't.” He responded, resting his back on the door. “Sometimes, hate is a stronger emotion than love.” “Why would you have sex with someone you ‘hate'?” I asked, air quoting the word. “Because she appealed to me. I don't think I can explain it to make you understand.” He muttered, and I turned my back, feeling very jealous.

How did this guy move so silently, like a ninja? “She wants him back, you know,” he whispered. I sighed. “I can tell. And it seems as though he’s still harboring strong feelings for her.” He was. He hated her. If she dumped him, she was sorry and wanted him back. If he dumped her, he was still angry because he was still hurt. And anger, hurt, and hatred are not the opposites of love. Indifference is. “I bet he is,” Blaze said. “I know I would still be.”

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.