I Hate That I Love You Book Novels & Stories

Well, I don't think she will as I came across a page in her book where she wrote, "I can't believe that after he has done it, I can't seem to hate him. I still have a soft spot for him. But I can't just let him back into my life after everything he has done to me. I gave my whole heart to him and he crushed it like meant nothing to him. I can't afford to get a heartbreak again from him. It's so unfair but I can't bring myself to hate him even if I wanted to and I hate myself for that because it hurts so much. "

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

“If you do this to me, I’ll hate you, Yoké. I’ll hate you so bad.” He shrugged. “That’s okay, because I hate you already.” Yoké was speaking to me as if I meant nothing to him, as if we never had a history together. As if I never carried his baby. I was already hating him right now. Despising him for kissing Alice. Why in the world would he kiss her? Why her? “You hate me?” I asked him. “Wasn’t I clear enough?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I know all about that Willow. I heard it. I hear it every night. You two fucking. And you love it.” “I’m sorry-” “No you’re fucking not! You’re happy, Willow! You are happy without me and I am fucked up without you. I fucking wish I hated you like before! I wish everytime I looked at you I felt disdain, but I feel love and hurt and-fuck! Fuck you Willow! Fuck you for loving me the way you did and then ripping out my fucking heart! Fuck you for moving on like I didn’t matter! Fuck you for…for…why won’t you love me?”

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

His voice in my head always hissed like a venomous snake. If he hated her so much, why marry her and bring in children to suffer through hell? If she was that disgusting, why talk to her? Why touch her? She was just a poor omega trapped by love. She was the most unfortunate to encounter him. Literally abused her to death. Bruises under long sleeves. Silence at dinner. Yet he still dared to humiliate her memory without guilt. Spit on her name before everyone. Who made it so that my life became a mess from the moment I opened my eyes and found myself in this crappy place? Who? Who decided?

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

She than started singing while playing it. "I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I LOVED YOU DON'T WANT TO, BUT I CAN'T PUT NOBODY ELSE ABOVE YOU I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I WANT YOU YOU WANT HER, YOU NEED HER AND I'LL NEVER BE HER"

I hate you I typed, pressing send before shutting my phone off. Lying on my side, I stared into the darkness. I felt… nothing. Not even the usual irritation I used to feel whenever Aaron’s name came up. Just emptiness. “I hate Aaron,” I whispered to myself. Maybe if I repeated it enough, my heart wouldn’t get any ideas. Maybe if I told myself I was only using him to finish my book, it would start to feel true… again. “I hate Aaron.” And that was it. We couldn't be anything more.