Haïr Pour Aimer Novels & Stories

She said her eyes equally blazing with untold hate, and anguish, every word was from the heart, deep and intended. ‎“Your majesty I want to make it clear that the only thing I feel for you is hate. I absolutely hate you, your majesty. You touch irritates me and if I were to be given a choice between laying with you and a dog. I will happily choose the dog...” Porsha voiced but before she could finish, Leviathan's fist cut in, landing a punch few centimeters next to Porsha's face. ‎Porsha's blood ran cold, her eyes doubled in size as she gazed upon the now broken wall with trembling limbs.

Asking questions calmly, Haider's voice was oozing with anger, from which Amira is no longer afraid of. " He loved you Haider! " Said Ameera angrily with bowed down eyes. Gritting his teeth fiercely, Haider came closer to Ameera so close that both could feel each other's heartbeats which probably still beat for each other, " and you loved him ! " She raised her eyes and started staring at him, His eyes turned red with anger and hatred. She knows how much Haider loved Kabir and that Haider never got Kabir to get even a scratch.

"I understand Mike but you know that for a it takes quite long for a pain to heal. She doesn't hate you brother. She might be just afraid of maybe scared. I don't know if she loves you but she doesn't at all hate you brother. I think she is just afraid of facing what you made her pass through all over again. "If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.

Angela : Vraiment ? Moi : Mais bien-sûr, il est vrai que je l'ai aimé sincèrement d'un amour vrai mais c'est du passé. Je suis passée à autre chose depuis fort longtemps. Effectivement, mon amour pour lui s'est transformé au tout début en haine mais l'amour de Dieu pour moi a su me canaliser. J'ai même réussi à lui pardonner. Si Dieu même m'a pardonné, lavé et restauré de tous mes péchés, pourquoi garderai-je rancune contre quelqu'un qui m'a traité méchamment ? Je ne l'aime plus Angela, sois rassurée. Angela : J'étais convaincue du contraire vu le degré de l'amour que tu lui portais.

“Why do you hate Callan so much?” Lucien scoffed. “Hate is a strong word. I prefer deeply despise.” Hazel narrowed her eyes. “That’s the same thing, genius.” Lucien smirked. “Not exactly. Hate is wild and uncontrollable. Despise is… carefully nurtured, like a fine wine.” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Oh great, not only are you psychotic, you’re poetic too. Fantastic.” Lucien chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You’ll appreciate my depth soon enough.”

they will not hesitate to punish you" she says. Maybe she can see the distaste on my face while laying out the rules . A quick nod of understanding seams to have her satisfied and she continues on.I was never good at keeping my emtions off my face and i have a feeling that is going to cause me problems here. The the thought of serving the same monsters who killed my mother has that firey pit in my stomach raging. I wanted to get away from this god forsaken place but here i am preparing to serve their every whim. At the bottom of the stairs we are met with a small kitchen area with a medium sized wood burning stove a long table is placed in the center. A older man with gray hair stands at the

That made Alphonse laugh for a while, then he answered with his usual gentle face, "I am just helping you to figure out what you really feel....so? did you hate my kiss?" "No, but even so how could you...." She began to say with anger but stopped because of the answer that came out of her naturally. 'I really didn't hate it like with Francis, but what does that mean?!' She thought while looking aimlessly at all the flowers. "You didn't hate it yes, but Eleanor that doesn't necessarily mean that you love him. Right?" "I...I know, but then what did I just feel?" "This just mean that you don't hate the person, you feel affection toward me and Francis but it is different from love. There is dif

I hear him say as he tried to touch me,which made me evade his touch like it burned. " love? do you even know what that word means,or its just simply a joke to you. You do not do that to someone you claimed to love. You fucking used me Xander " I say now breaking into uncontrollable tears as I felt him hold me tight making it difficult for me to get out of his grasp,which made me suddenly relax into his hold. " I'm sorry okay,I know that no matter what I tell you or no matter how I try to explain how sorry I am,it would not still count for anything,but I love you so much Neesa,so fucking much" I hear him say once again which made my anger suddenly rise.

I said. He nodded, but he didn’t look like he believed anything that I said. “Right, there is something funny that I know,” he said. I sighed, “And what is that?” I asked. “There is a thin line, so small, barely seen, between lust and hate” he said. He was doing it again, talking in puzzles, making me feel like I was trying to solve it. “In clear terms Darius,” I said. He moved closer, “Careful, Harl, you are too excited for a man that wants revenge, for a minute you are slowly making me believe that you might maybe… actually like her,” he whispered.