Novel & Cerita I Love Hate Story

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

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I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

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.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

He would definitely do all of that on his own just to hurt me, scare me and get what he wanted from me. "I hated you just as much as I hated Damon, if not more," I admit. Aiden nods, as if he understands why, "But I guess I was wrong, so... even if my hate didn't affect you in any way, I'm sorry." "Well, you broke my heart," he says, making me scoff and roll my eyes, "I'm not lying, Lily. I was truly in love with you. And it hurt to have you dissapear on me like that. I never had another girlfriend after you."

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Like always, hope is bitch. When she stood in the middle of my living room, eyes glossy and unsure, I feigned ignorance. But in my head, I was running to her, dragging her with me to my bedroom, hugging her, kissing her, telling her that I love her and running away with her. But I stood like an asshole. All I could do was kiss her tears in the end after I broke her. I killed the little girl inside her. "I can't believe Hana was born into their family," Ahmet said, nodding to the window where Hana stood before.

It felt like it hadn’t been long since Leia and Mark were engaged. Leia remembered the anger she felt that day, the warmth of the hate she received that moment, the smile on Mark's face that sickenef her stomach. She wasn't sure just how to hold it in, she could scrape of the skin he touched when he brought her closer to his side so he could brag about her, but whenever she touched about the pain it'll cost, she would decided it's better to hate him.

I thought about love stories. About the specific category of them. The ones that looked easy from the outside and were not. The ones that had to be survived before they could be lived. That required the hard part before the good part and that made the good part the way it was because of everything it had cost to get there. Some people got one great love story. A clean one. A straightforward one. The kind that moved from beginning to end without the siege and the civil suit and the anonymous notes and the photograph under the door and all of it.