Haïr Pour Aimer Novels & Stories

She hates this as much as I do. But hate won’t break this mate bond.

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

There should not be hate. "No, I won't hate you," she shook her head in his arms and answered lazily. Although her voice was soft, it was firm. When Hansen heard it, he was not surprised. Instead, he had a feeling of loss. She did not even hate him, which showed that she completely ignored him in her heart. People often said that how deep the love was was equivalent to how much hatred one should have when love faded away. Since she had no love nor hatred toward him, it was natural that she would forget him.

To avoid giving a reply, I immediately put a spoonful in my mouth and pretended I wasn't in the position to talk because of my food. Dean grabbed my free hand and I looked up at him, still feeling embarrassed, “I love you baby and I will always. It is normal for you to get jealous. That is because you love me, and you are a stingy lover like myself.” He said with some excitement in his voice, and I happily choked again and pushed his hand away. “Fuck you.” I muttered while struggling to swallow.

I pause for a second or two, "you want me... because you wish you were me, no? You want to see yourself in me and the only solution you could think of to purge your remorse is to stay with me, discouraging me to mingle with someone else the same thing you did to Haiban, don't you think? "Afvshaganifs, you don't really understand what it means to cherish someone. You don't truly understand what it means to love. Probably... because you were barely granted the chance to receive it. Love never comes from violence. In every action you take, you will consider the feelings of the person important to you. If not, then you are not doing it right." She smiles, but not a smile of bloodlust. It made me

My anger was out of control right now and my mind is not completely registering what i am saying to her. "What kind of women are you huh?” She flinched a little hearing this.Good! A reaction, now you know what i am feeling, i thought. ”What did you do for my grandparents for them to like this much that they want you to be their daughter-in-law? I know something is wrong and I will uncover all your facades. And you will regret this. I will make your like a living hell and that's a promise!" I leaned forward so that our faces can be closer to each other. I waned to see the fear on her face but I was wrong. I didn't see any hatred or fear. Instead all i saw is sadness and loneliness in her eyes

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

Nous devons également apprendre à maitriser nos émotions, nos sentiments, savoir prendre nos décisions sans faire mal et même si cela arrivait, chercher à demander pardon C'est ainsi l'histoire de Jean Marie Vianney ce jeune garçon issue d'une famille modeste qui a fait fondre des coeurs. Étant arrivé en phase terminale, il lui fallait faire un choix. Son choix fut fait mais le choix était pour lui, les retombées sur d'autres. Il faut faire un choix lorsqu'on est amoureux de deux coeurs mais s'il vous plait ne jouez pas ave le coeur d'une femme............. 🖌️-----Épisode 00-------🖌️ 💲 La colère d'une femme amoureuse 💲 🎀Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume🎀

she asked with furrowed brows. “You hate me, don’t you?” “You dare to ask me such a question when you already know what my answer would be.” She scoffed. “I just want a confirmation,” he said in a low tone. “You want confirmation? Well, let me tell you… Yes, Fernan. I hate you,” she said through gritted teeth. “It will take long… very, very long before I can forgive you. So, don’t expect for me to treat you nicely—” “You might change your mind after the funeral, Katherine.” He looked at her straight in the eyes.

Dismayed by her reactions, I thought she would change her point of view about me but to no avail. “The only bond we share is hatred.” Lucille said with intense loath. “Do you want me to repeat what I feel again?” She derided, For the first time in my devilishly long life, someone hurt me and surprisingly not with actions but with words. Hurt sparked in my eyes but leaning closer, she whispered, “You. Repulse. Me.” I am your mate, your other half, the only love of your life. How can you say this? A sudden pain shot through both of ours hearts as we could share emotions when I forced a smile and whispered,