Hater Or Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 ? " Hercules stared at Ani, he can see the hate and disgust in her eyes for love, there was not a single trance of love in her eyes for him but he can't blame her after all she was right. " I know I hurt you a lot for my selfishness but Avni can't help myself whenever you rejected me! It made me insane . ", Hercules tried to explain to him.

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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.

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

“You could have had everything. Instead, you chose a woman who now hates you. Congratulations on your terrible decision-making.” “She doesn’t hate me. She’s just hurt.” “She hates you. Did you see her face? That wasn’t hurt, Josh. That was pure, absolute hatred. You’re dead to her.” “Shut up!” “It’s the truth. You wanted to play hero, wanted to have your cake and eat it too. But you can’t undo what you did. You can’t erase the fact that you approached her as part of a plan to destroy her. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ll always be to her.”

"You've got to be kidding me! I don't like her, not at all! If ever, it's hatred." "Really?" Leroy smirked. I stared at them deadpan as they started laughing. "Whatever you say..." Dax said, deepening his voice for effect, "but remember, there's a thin line between love and hatred. For sure that hate you are feeling will turn into love. And before you know it, you'll be trapped. And you won't be able to escape until you accept it." Pshh. Nonsense. The words still haunted me. What did Dax mean? I wasn't in love that was for sure. I've had many flings, but why would hating someone bother me so much?

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."

He asked. “You are not dominant at all.” I told him. “Who told you I am? I am a maniac who loves bathing in blood, I am an Alpha who loves his pack and mate. That’s all. Yeah, I like domination in intercourse.” He smiled. “Who told you to love me?” “I cherish our hatred as well.” He grinned, pushing me by the shoulder a little. No matter what I tell him, or how I treat him, he smiles in the end.

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.