I Hate That I Love You Book Novels & Stories

"I hate you! I wish I never met you!" His hurtful words reverberated through my mind, each syllable echoing like a discordant melody. It was excruciating to listen to, but I couldn't help but absorb every word. That's how deeply I loved him. My ears were attuned to him alone. "I hate you, Xiellenna!" I loved him, and yet he harbored such intense hatred for me. This time, I yearned to shield my ears from the painful onslaught. Hearing the person you love utter words of hatred cuts deeper than any physical blow.

He can never be mine, I have known that a long time ago. Sometimes, I hate that the heart is persistent and very hopeful. I hate that it can endure pain and can love deeply without expecting in return. That love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and in my case, it's a volatile mix. I hate him with a passion. I hate that I'm so easily affected no matter how hard I try not to. I hate that things don't always go the way we want them to be and I hate that this love is so strong, patient and selfless. But I guess, I hate myself more for keep on loving him for all these years.

“Besides, it's not like I'm entitled to ask you something that has to do with your private life when you've clearly told me you don't want me to know.” “Through words and action,” she exhaled, holding the book closer to her chest, and Calvin stood rooted to the spot, not willing to take any step further. After turning back to look at him one more time, she shook her head. “I hate you.” Without waiting to hear any other thing, she shut the door behind her. But as they say, *_‘every love starts with a hate.’_*

“You and I—we’re past that.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “Because if we were, your hands wouldn’t be shaking right now.” Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her hand away from the table, hiding it under her lap. I’d hit the nerve I wasn’t supposed to. I stood up, moving around the table until I was beside her. She looked up, startled. I leaned closer, not touching her, but close enough for her to feel my breath. “I know you hate me,” I whispered. “But the thing about hate... is that it doesn’t come without love first.”

’ I ask him. ‘Because he hates me, not you, and I would be doing it for you.’ ‘Well, it turns out he hates me too.’ ‘How are things between you two?’ he asks. ‘I told him that if I have to choose between you or him, it will always be you.’ ‘But I thought you two were in love.’ ‘I was so wrong,’ I place a bookmark and close the book that I was reading. ‘I’m actually mad at myself for thinking I was in love with him.’

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

"Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving all along?" ​He started moving again, his speed ramping up until every impact felt like a lightning strike, erasing the last coherent thoughts in my mind. I couldn't think; I couldn't remember why the hatred was supposed to matter. My world had narrowed down to nothing but the friction, the heat, and the overwhelming, suffocating fullness inside me. ​"I hate you," I managed to whisper, my voice thick with a strange, jagged ache. ​"Hate is just love’s shadow, Thalia," he countered, his hand clamping onto my waist with a grip so fierce I knew the bruises would linger for days.

My lips shook and my voice broke as I sobbed harder, the weight of everything crushing me. "I hate you!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. "I hate… you… so much!" But even as I said it, the ache in my chest remained. The love I once had for him felt like a curse I couldn’t escape from. I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to hate him. I had loved him too much than to just change how I felt towards him. Life is just so cruel! It took a few weeks to fall in love with him, but I couldn’t even hate him when I wanted to. Just why?