Hurtful Love Novels & Stories

I want to learn how to love her and not to hurt her. I've lived such a bad life hurting everyone around me,I held my family in such high esteem but continued hurting my wife who fell for me despite my bad attitudes. I hated her for being so vulnerable,I loathed her for making me feel guilty for the words I said to her. I didn't know she was trying to help me get over the hate I had for her. She offered her body,her love and everything to me. I hope life will start treating us well and from now on,I hope her father won't do anything nasty to hurt her daughter who held him in such high esteem. She would be hurt badly if she finds out who he truly is.

I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. The words I love him hit him with a different kind of force. It wasn't a clean, simple betrayal. It was a messy, ugly, possessive kind of love. A love that stalked, that calculated, that saw his trauma as a chance to get what it wanted. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever read.

Honest. “Love’s a word people use to make bad decisions feel noble. I’ve never seen it do anything but hurt. Foster mom ‘loved’ me enough to leave bruises. Kids at school ‘loved’ picking on the quiet one. I don’t need it. Don’t want it. I know nothing’s free. Whatever this is—attention, healing, ranks—it’s gonna cost. Probably pain. Probably humiliation. Maybe worse. And if that’s the price for a roof and three squares… fine. I’ll pay it.”

"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.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

Arjun pouted and Ishu laughed at her poor husband. "It will show you how much I was hurt in these two years" she replied to him making him silent. He is sure that she forgave him only because she couldn't bear his absence in her life but she is darn hurt with the thing he had done to her. Will he ever be able to erase that memory from their life? "Don't show this face, I won't leave you even if you make such faces" she added as he smiled. "I am happy that atleasf you would punish me for that so only we can move on further."he replied honestly and hugged her. "I love you and thanks for forgiving everything" arjun spoke and Ishu hugged him back

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"So why are you surprised that your heart wants to believe him?" Evelyn lowered her head. "I feel guilty." "For what?" "For... forgiving him." Isa frowned. "Forgiveness isn't betrayal." "It's healing." She gently wiped the tears from Evelyn's cheeks. "There's an incredibly thin line between love and hate." "The opposite of love isn't always hatred." "Sometimes..." "It's hurt." "And hurt eventually fades." Isa leaned back comfortably. "My opinion?" She grinned. "Give him a second chance." Evelyn blinked.

I was so stupid to believe someone who hated me over someone who genuinely cared for me. Seeing him so fragile made me realize he loved me more than I loved him. His love for me was so fierce that he let me bury my anger in him, even if it caused him pain. His love was so strong that he stayed away while I was trying to heal, even though it meant he couldn’t be with me. Knowing how much he sacrificed his own feelings just to calm mine made me realize his love wasn’t like those in fairytales. His was a love of this cruel, imperfect world — a love that hurts, but is worth having. A love strong enough to protect and keep you safe.

“I hate her for what she did to me, to my dad, to you.” Rosa’s grip tightens just slightly. “It’s okay to feel that way but don't let that hate keep you away from experiencing joy and happiness.” “But then I feel guilty for hating her,” I continue, my voice rough. “Because she was broken. Because she had a horrible childhood. Because part of me still wishes she had loved me enough to stay.” Rosa shifts, slowly pushing herself more upright against the pillows despite the protest of the machines. “Andre,” she says softly. “You can hold all of those feelings at once. Love doesn’t erase harm. Pain doesn’t excuse cruelty.”