Hater Or Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

Evelyn hunter "Evelyn, it has been years, and you are still as beautiful as ever." Jayer complimented her, hugging her. They have known each other since they were young and were known lovers during that time. It so happened she dumped him for Patrick Hunter back then, and he found a beautiful jewel instead. Miriam. She was the best he could have So that's why Miriam hated her.

Thea We went from strangers to secret admirers then to enemies. From enemies to lovers and now we were back to being enemies. It started with lust then to anger, we transitioned to love and now we were at the point of hate. He loved me but hated me and I loved him but was angry at him for pulling the trigger on an innocent man.

Hir thought echoed all around hir, but specifically around the dark, nebulous cloud in front of hir. It responded with a thought, a feeling, an idea. Of fire, of cleansing, of satisfaction. Ze took it that it was agreeing. And also that Godeater understood hir. “I do too,” ze replied. “I always have. Until lately anyway. Plus I hate everyone. Sometimes. And except for a few key people. I definitely don’t hate them. But everyone else? I want to kill them. I want to make them burn, horribly, painfully, eternally…

☆Daniel☆ My fists were tightly balled and my chest weighed down, yet the moment her gaze met mine, my voice vanished again. I could see the pure hatred in her eyes, a stark contrast to the woman I once knew. The woman who always looked at me with so much love and hope. What else could I have anticipated after what I did to her, when she had been nothing but a devoted wife? “Say something! Are you really this stupid?” Kate yelled at me.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

“That’s not hate, babe. That's an obsession. I mean, seriously, he gets with your ex-wife and practically pampers Kaiden like he’s some fragile treasure? That’s not a vendetta. That’s… a twisted crush.” He shot me a dry look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not,” I said, still grinning despite the pain. “You’re telling me he targets the people you love, the people you’ve touched, as if he’s trying to replace you—or worse, become you. That’s not hate. That’s infatuation dipped in rage.” He exhaled harshly, standing to pace for a moment before turning back toward me. “It’s hate, Sage. Pure and unfiltered. He wants me to suffer. He wants to destroy me.”

I've been in this fucking world I hate for 40 years and the only one who loves me is the one I hate the most. Only Lucian understands. He reads me like an ancient text, every line and nuance laid bare for him to decipher. He sees me for what I am - a broken, bitter shell of an average werewolf, trapped in a love-hate relationship with a creature he despises. His love for me is relentless, bordering on pathological. It mirrors a mother's unconditional affection, which only fuels my hatred further. That fucking idiot. Why can't he fight back? Why can't he run away from me, just once? Why can't he put an end to this grotesque dance we've been performing for years?