I Hate That I Love You Book Novels & Stories

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

“I hate you.” “Good.” He twisted his wrist on the upstroke and my knees buckled. “I hate you too. I hate how much I need this. I hate that I cannot stop thinking about filling you up every single night. I hate that you are the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore.”

Or maybe just worn away over time. I’d stopped marking it, after all. Not since her twenty-first birthday. Not since she kissed me. I remember the moment too clearly. The shock. The confusion. And yes—revulsion. Because I’d always seen her as my sister. Hadn’t I? How could she ever look at me and feel something else? I shook my head hard. I still couldn’t accept that she loved me. But that didn’t mean I could accept losing her. I turned and walked out, already pulling my phone from my pocket. “Get the private plane ready. I’m flying to Italy tonight.”

Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

“I have fallen in-love with you, Michael Black. That is the truth, and you shouldn’t doubt it for one second.” “I’m confused,” he admits, “how can you love me when you don’t truly know me… my darkness. There are things I haven’t told you, things that might make you hate me.” My scoff is breathy. “Hate is a strong word, Michael.” “And so is love.”

You acted so nice , so welcome , you loved me and tasted me like I was your wife , I didn’t want to do this , I didn’t want to say that to you , I never wanted to love you , so you know how much it took me before I could take the damn words out of my mouth . I had the fact that I fell for nothing but a stupid basic nonchant bastard. You don’t know how much I hated you , I hated the way you have made me feel shd I am going to keep on saying that I do not like you , but I love you , I love you so much and if that means that you have to hate me did falling fjr you , then I think that I gave done the lost seeetested thing , because you are going to keep on hating me fjr tge rest of your life .

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she finally admits, her voice trembling. "It is easy," I insist, trying to mask my own turmoil. "You just have to hate me even harder and do things to ruin me. It’ll make you feel bad," I say, even though deep down, I don’t truly want her to go through that pain. "You’re okay with me hating you?" She as "No," I replies softly, my gaze dropping to the floor. "But as long as you’re happy, I can deal with it." A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "Well, I can’t because hating you is the reason I can’t love myself." Her words strike me like a dagger, and in that moment, I realize I’ve shattered the heart that loves me so fiercely.

Time has lost all meaning here. The worst part is the war raging inside me. How can I love someone so deeply, so desperately, while also loathing the choices they’ve made? I don’t hate him—I hate what he’s done. I hate the position he’s put me in, the way he’s twisted my feelings into something unrecognizable. It would be so much easier if his actions had shattered my love for him. But they didn’t. Slamming the book shut, I throw it onto the nightstand with a loud thud, the sound echoing in the stifling quiet. Frustration burns in my chest, tears threatening to spill, but I swallow them down. I can’t cry anymore. I won’t.