Hater Or Lover Novels & Stories

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?

, Anjali said sternly. " Stop! taunting me Avni, I can't stop my desires when you are with me! you had some kind of magic on me that I can't have control in my body ", Hercules kissed her nose. " It's your lust ! ", Avni snapped. " I don't care what you call! I love you and this is the part of my expressing my love . ", Hercules gritted out and spread her legs. Avni passed a sad smile and asked, "If love means to hurt the person you love? Is forcing yourself on the person you love is love? Is claiming the person you love by making her helpless love? Is didn't care about I think, what I want is love ? ".

I explained to him. "Ok that my friend you can count on me. I don't want my friend to be married to a some random girl. What if she a lunatic, a psycho, or worse slut?" I cringe by just listening to these words. I know I am a great womanizer but I don't want to have a slut or whore wife. I know i am a big time hypocrite. "Now you know why I want you to investigate her. So please make it fast. And thank you." then I hung up.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

A man so close to Vladimir must share more than loyalty, perhaps even friendship. "So, you show me respect only because of your closeness to the Alpha?" I pressed. Craig’s gaze remained firm on the road. "No. I lived through the invasion, as did everyone else. The Risemoon pack wounded us deeply. The sight of you still stirs that wound. My blood does boil in your presence, yes, but yours boils just as fiercely when you see us. Old scars, fresh scars. They are no different. To hurl hatred would only reflect what I don’t wish to see mirrored back. Respect, at least, is fair."