Haïr Pour Aimer Novels & Stories

Hate versus love, how are these words so connected as always even if they are totally in contrast? I hate when Amber does shit on everything... When she just dumps me to mind her own situation, when she makes me want to understand her, I just really hate when she sends Felisa away and when she always makes me feel that intense kissing me in nowhere...but when she...she walks slowly towards me and ask me if she should stop it...inside me silently shouting on her, asking her not to stop, I walk angrily towards her office to end all her shits about me but facing her like this...I can see her pain...all her doubt to herself, I am suddenly put back to the past when... when she eagerly asks me to

I replied " Couldn't you put some sense in me before? If you would have then Gabriella and I would have talked a long time ago. " Excuse me, I tried a millions of times but you were like " No, I need to take my revenge on her. I need to make her pay for everything." he mimicked my tones from the past " Everyone around us can see how madly you both are in love with one another, except for you two. The things you both called hate for one another is not hatred at all. It is love and anger. Not hatred. You both are hurt by someone and now it is time for both of you to figure out who that person is."

Yora burst out totally, her eyes filled with rage as she did so. No. It is not anger, but hate that is being expressed. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you here, my old lover."

"I should want to kill you. Everything in me should be screaming at me to rip your throat out and watch you bleed. Instead I keep letting you kiss me. Instead I keep wanting you to kiss me again. This is insanity." Max smiled, slow and dangerous and absolutely confident. "That's the beauty of it, Autumn," he said, beginning to walk toward her with measured steps. "Hate and desire have always been close cousins. They're two sides of the same coin. The line between them is razor-thin, and people traverse it far more often than they'd like to admit."

Hunter said with a smile. "I'm not interested in him!" She used to love him very much, but now she hated him so much. Hating a person was really tiring. But what he had done to her really made her angry and hate him to the core. Someone was right. The deeper one loved a person, the deeper the wound was, and the deep hatred was.

I can’t promise, I already agreed on Kyrie to send us home tomorrow. “Baby, you know… hating someone is not good for you,” I said in a calm voice. “Why not?” Kiara asked with his eyes looking so confused at me right now. “Well, because… Hate can one day turn into anger and feeling so much anger can make us a bad person.” I didn’t know if I explained it well to my daughter but it was the best shot I could give. "Anger too much anger can lead us to hurt someone, even the people who are close to us. And we don't want that, right?"

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

I began gently, “sometimes people leave because they think it’s what’s best. But that doesn’t mean they care as much as they should.” Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of my words. “Does that mean I shouldn’t love her?” she asked, her voice small. “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Never. You should love her, Miracle. She’s your mother, and that’s a bond no one can break.” Her eyes searched mine, and I saw the conflict within her. “But… should I hate her?” “Never hate,” I whispered firmly. “Hating someone only hurts you, not them. You’re too kind, too special for that.”

He asked. “Yep.” “Okay. We’ll leave in 10.” “Cool.” She smiled and walked outside closing the door behind her. * “Oh, I have missed you so much,” Hailey hugged her tight. “Damen didn’t come?” She questioned. “No, he probably had somewhere to go.” “Okay, anyway, how’s your foot?”