It's A Love Hate Relationship Novels & Stories

“Oh, God! When did it become so difficult to text someone? Damen had girlfriends when he was in college. Nothing serious. In their office, Marissa had shown interest in him but he just could not think about her in that way. She tried so hard for him to fell for her. All sorts of tricks but Damen being Damen didn’t give in. Marissa, although, was very beautiful with her green alluring eyes, her brown locks, her perfect body shape, her attitude, everything. But even with everything she had failed to capture his eye. James and Nora were well aware of this ‘wanna-bish’ relationship. They used to tease him every now and then by mentioning her name and saying silly things about them.

Engagement /in-ˈgāj-mənt/ Noun. Emotional involvement or commitment. ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Things never go well, when we’re near each other. Our relationship isn’t a “hate and love” relationship because there is no love between us. That word doesn’t even exist when it comes to Lucian and me. I haven’t spoken to that man in years. I get angry just thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other at his father’s retirement party.

These people are making him insane. "Bro, relax. I love Payal, not Mishty. Mishty, I love your sister. Not you. And Payal, I love you dumb, not your sister." Mihir cleared the air as Sid felt some energy pass through his veins. He felt happy. He doesn't know why he is happy but he is relieved that Mihir doesn't love Mishty. His irritation, his anger everything flew in thin air. "Thank God" Sid mumbled which is heard by Mishty.

A suffocating weight settled on my chest. Years ago, Giselle loathed Jordan's dad for forcing her mom into a miserable marriage, while Jordan hated Giselle's mother for driving his own mom to suicide. For a decade, they despised each other. But after they met me, their toxic rivalry strangely shifted into a competition over who could treat me better. Eventually, real feelings developed between Jordan and me, and our families capitalized on it to finalize our marriage. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Being fiercely protected by both of them for so long had made me forget a fundamental truth: I was only ever a transactional tool for a family alliance.

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

His frustration filled the room, thick and suffocating. "I love you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I hate myself for it. Loving you is forbidden, and I don’t know how to handle it." For the first time, I saw his eyes glisten with unshed tears. The realization sent a fresh wave of pain through me. His love was written all over his face, yet it was tearing him apart. Should I be happy that he felt the same or devastated that it hurt him this much? "Elijah, look at me." I gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. "You are the Alpha. What happened to the man who had no weakness? I want to see that Alpha again. And I won’t be your weakness—I’ll be your strength.

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.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

If he do that the life of the other race is doomed and they’ll really degraded to a slave for those human. That was a blessing on disguised. Even if they hate him, they liked him too. Their love hate relationship is still strong, even after he dissapear from the world. That was for story for another time.

“I envy their relationship, though. There's a high chance they might become friends.” The more you hate, the more you love. Heidi found herself reaching for the wine glass again despite repulsing it. Wasn't it also true that the more you love, the more it hurts? As true as those phrases were, they were better avoided. If only one had the power to do that. If she'd been sane enough and controlled herself as early as the iron was still hot, things wouldn't have gotten to this, because, after love and hate, came the irredeemable hurt.