He Loves Me He Loves Me Not นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

What she did not expect was that she would be so carefree to say something like that. “Oh, come off it, sis. I'll come of age in a fortnight. So tell me, have you guys done it?” She asked with excitement evident in her voice. Gina sighed. “Not yet. That is just one of the many issues. The man complains that he is too busy with work hence he cannot make time for me. I'm starting to think that he married me to be kept as a fancy object in his home.” “That's sad. He looked like the kind that would be fierce in bed.”

"I love you." THE END

“He still loves her!” “No. No, he hates her. Me.” “He loves her. We need a plan.” “What plan?”

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

[I hate you] END.

he said and I stood still “I love you” Carl declared

he whispers. “I love you”

The one who loved me. Or the one who was done loving me.

He actually fucking loves me. A surge of overwhelming emotion floods through me, leaving me breathless with disbelief and joy. He withdraws from me, gently releasing my wrists and removing the blindfold. As I blink away the darkness, he spins me around, his strong hand gripping my chin firmly, ensuring our gazes are locked. "Do. You. Love. Me?" His words are spoken with such fervor, each syllable carrying its own weight, demanding an answer that I'm not sure I'm ready to give him.