I Love Hate Story Novels & Stories

The joke is on me big time. I want to hate him. I really want to but now I realize I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't. How can I when the mere mention of his name makes me wet and helpless with the need for him!? When the thought of him makes me weak with warmth, and tenderness, and... Love. I just love the bastard. I'm incapable of hating him. 'I love you, Thor Reginald Quinn!' I shout in my mind. 'Since hating you is not working then I give up trying to hate you, you bastard! Satisfied!?'

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

“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.”

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

"I don't hate you. I hate myself. You shouldn't love me." I wanted to laugh. To Cry. To scream. "Just love me until the day we die. I will never leave you. I want your children. I will raise them as my own. If you share stories of their mother, I will make sure they never forget her. I will never forget her."

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 U, I Love U - Gnash (...) Ella As a child, like many girls of my time, I grew up listening to many princess stories, making us create a perfect world in our minds, thinking that when we reach adulthood, we will be rescued by a gentleman in shining armor and have our happily ever after. Bullshit! I had to learn that love is not there for everyone, and that we certainly should not marry the first guy who says I love you, especially if it is during sex.

He clearly didn’t think I would spill everything to my father. I spun to face him, rage filling me up. “No. I’m sick of pretending. I’m sick of playing house in a marriage built on nothing but lies. He doesnt love me. I turned to face him. “You don't love me, Aiden. Let us end this fake marriage now. I wish you and Athena the best.” Aiden looked stunned. Maybe he didn't expect me to actually have limits. “I never—” “You never what?” I cut him off, my voice shaking. “I’m not your true mate, Klaus. We’ve been pretending we were in a loving relationship in front of my dad, but I’m tired now. So let’s just stop this pathetic act.”

Ava's POV : "For now, take a rest, Mrs Ava Hayes!!" His cold voice made me tremble. After he left, I could only sob, hiding my face pressed into the pillow. By his behaviour at the altar, I know, he wasn't aware of all these incidents. Even though he was the person I hate, I know he loved Eva so much. That was one of the reasons he bullied me too much during those school days.