Haters To Lovers Novels & Stories

He couldn't stand the sight of her. When she had even tried to stop him from walking away from her, he reacted like her hands were a can of worms crawling on his skin. She felt like a knife was shoved down her throat at that moment. How did people cope with watching their lovers grow from loving them to hate them? No, Damien didn't hate her. He couldn't hate her. He loved her. He told her countless times that he did and she believed him. She still did. This was just a misunderstanding and she'd save her marriage she would.

"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?

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

Azalea clinked his glass with a spoon to grab everyone's attention and everywhere went quiet, then he began, “Greetings everyone, firstly I'll like to thank everyone for gracing us with their presence on this special day. Some of you might be wondering all these came about, how did I meet these two wonderful women in my life? Some of you might know and others might not so I am going to give a quick trip down memory lane… It wasn't roses and glitter at first. I had met Queen-Luna Alicia and Alice when I attacked their pack. I took them as slaves while I killed their parents. You could say it was already decided that we would be great enemies. They suffered quite a lot because of me, they did

" was heard in the background, I opened the door and stepped inside. The office was just as big only everything was different, the colors, the styles and there were even boxes. "Hello," I said sighing. "Hi, what brings you here?" he said smiling and getting up from his desk. "I wanted to ask, will the Hater that one still is like that or was it just an act to show who's boss? Because I don't like him. "He'll always be like that, have a seat, and let's talk. I sat down in one of his two chairs in front of him and smiled, I liked him much more than that Wilson guy.

Staring at what was once Naomi, Asher felt the hatred building. “You just wanted a peaceful life, Asher, you just wanted to spend the rest of your life here with her. But no, they couldn’t let you have that. They took it away from you. It was them, the Nightwalkers and Night Howlers, they took away your peace, Asher. Now, tell me, do you hate?” Asher looked up at the Nightwalkers still hiding in the woods. “Yes,” he mumbled, his eyes turning black, “yes, I hate.”

Yet the thought of her and Max seeing each other again is something I don't wanna happen. I saw how she looked at him. None of the lust, just pure joy and relief. She may seem like she hates him but her eyes are not telling you that. She hates him out of the thought that she liked him at the same time. They're not the typical acquaintance but more, lovers in a distance. Hating each other doesn't make them a bad person nor a very low tolerance of annoying people but it was to prove their patience. They had that for each other. They were preparing for it.

I must have spoken out loud because the voice I had been anticipating responded to my one-sided dialogue, “I hope you’re referring to me, I’m the only one allowed to be hated by you” I roll my eyes, hiding my smirk. It's barely been a few seconds since his arrival and he has already begun with his obnoxious commentaries. “Oh, I definitely despise a few other people, but don’t worry, you top the list” I’m referring to Anna and Oliver here as the other people I despise at the moment, don’t judge me, I'm petty and their kiss was only this morning, still etched into my brain, I'm going to need a few days, at least a few hours to get over it.

They were meant to be together or else fate wouldn't have brought them together again. Ryker looked up at his mother. “She hates me,” Ryker reminded her. There was no way she was going to accept him now. They had indeed ruined themselves for others. Helena remembered Rosalie saying the same thing. They both think they are hated but it cannot be further from the truth. She had seen love and longing in both their eyes whenever they talked about each other. Inadvertently, they both were causing damage to each other in their ignorance. “She doesn’t hate you. She is just mad at you,” Helena clarified for him. It's impossible to hate the person one loves.

"Yeah that night. Everything came in full force and fuck me, I could not believe it one bit. That I was actually in love with the same person I swore to hate." "Well, like they say, there is a thin line between love and hate right?" Kevin asked him with a chuckle. "Yeah." "What's bothering you?" "I don't like her friend." "You just met her." "Yes but there is something about her that just doesn't strike me as who she claims to be. There is something about her I don't like." Brandon admitted. "That makes two of us." "You too?" "Yeah. I was thinking of asking Alec to do a background check on her."