History Hates Lovers Novels & Stories

But I don't have enough evidence to prove that. I hated her for it. I hated the way she held onto his arm—his arm, the stranger who had suddenly walked into our lives and taken the place my father should have occupied. Her lover. My gaze, though, betrayed me. It always betrayed me. Because even as I told myself I despised my mother for marrying him, I couldn’t stop staring at him.

"I am terrified. But I came anyway." "That is not fear. That is courage." "No. Courage is being afraid and doing it anyway. That's what I'm doing." --- He gestured. Ice rose from the ground, forming two seats. He sat. I sat. "You want to know why I do this," he said. "I want to know why you believe love is a fever." "Because I have watched it for millennia. Wolves kill for love. Die for love. Destroy packs for love. The first war was not about power. It was about love. Sol loved Luna. Luna loved Sol. Their love was so fierce, so consuming, that it tore the world apart."

Both of them were still shrouded in their pride despite their mutual liking. However, their history prevented them from being together. Werewolves were not allowed to marry witches. It was something forbidden. The history behind it was still being sought out. Why was Lora so hated? Harvey left the place and Lora sighed. It felt exhausting to suppress her feelings while her youthful passions were still burning. If she had a choice, Lora would disappear like Rosaline Salla, the witch from some time ago. She gave Lora the power. But when Lora wanted to ask about the true function of the power, the woman had already vanished.

To be honest, he really hated infidelity, but what happened to him was very different from his parents' life story. Hannah and Alexander are a husband and wife who love each other, until finally Joanna emerges as the home destroyer and Joanna is the one who ultimately becomes the winner over his mother's suffering. Meanwhile, Hansel and Lolita's problem has a different story. The two of them didn't love each other from the start and had a prenuptial agreement. Even Aarav, who has Rossel blood, was born from the womb of a woman he loved. How can his story be compared to his father's story?

Others claim she died of a broken heart caused by the betrayal of her lover. The stories were always spoken in secret because admitting a child dedicated to the gods—someone who should forever remain pure as sacrifice for our werewolf kind could fall in love was scandalous enough. But to say she fell in love with K'thar, the forbidden god of the night? That was the kind of heresy that could get you exiled as a rogue. I'd always wondered if the stories were sanitized versions of something much messier, much more....Different? After all, the victors write history, and the gods had definitely won that war.

So soon? “Because, you were never meant to be! It was Historia’s selfishness and blind love that caused all this chaos, and Zaman’s jealousy and stupidity that steered it, we are Gods, we are above these mortal idiocies, love, jealousy, but here we are, with an unbalanced hybrid, and a dying world!” “What do you mean?”

“Why is love always treated like a crime?” His voice broke. “Why does it even matter that you’re a lycan? We are in love, Princess.” His low growl vibrated through my bones, making my vision blurry with tears. I closed my eyes and let my tears fall freely as a solemn decision took its final shape in my mind. “The rivalry between lycans and vampires has hurt my husband in the worst way possible. I will find out the cause and resolve the issue, giving him the love of his family back as soon as possible…”

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

He said,fists tightened at his sides. I smiled internally. This was the right expression I was expecting and I'm going to strike when the iron is hot. “Marcello, that bastard. He had always taken things I had always wanted,” he mumbled, voice barely above whisper. My brow knitted together, sensing hatred in his tone. ‘Could it be that they are on bad terms? I don't think so. If they were, Marcello wouldn't have sent him here…. except it was just Alessandro who has an ill thought against Marcello.

I ask not believing. "I don't understand how you could possibly love someone like me." The argument is refuted by him. "It's not complicated at all. I love you because you have numerous abilities, you are passionate about what you believe in, you love your family and friends, you are willing to fight for what is right, and you never give up. All of these things contribute to why I love you. I love you for all of those reasons, but the most important reason is because I love you for who you are and the fact that you don't judge other people based on who they are." Because I no longer feel threatened by looking into his blue eyes, I have begun to cry again. He puts both of his hands on my chin