Loathe Is It Really You Novels & Stories

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

My hand hovered above the doorknob, stuck in the air awkwardly. “ If your love is hurting Lenora and Striker…is it really love? ” He whispered. “ Love is supposed to be harmless. And if your love hurts someone…that’s selfishness. Think about it. You still have time. Once you mark Lenora, your fate will be sealed. Before that, make the right decision. ”

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

"You're trying to defend yourself, but you're running from something that could be great. You think love is a weakness. It isn't. It's the only thing that makes any of this worth it." They stood there, silent, the tension as tight as a wire between them. "I don't know how to do it," he said finally. "I don't know how to let go of my guilt. I don't know how to be the man you need." "Then don't be perfect," she panted. "Just be truthful." Grayson grasped her hand, his touch tentative, fingers stroking hers with the same hesitation that had been in his kiss. "I've been thinking about you since the day you came into my life," he admitted. "And I've tried—God, I've tried—to resist it. But I can't

Christian said sarcastically. "Looking at you, it seems that you have never found love in your life. And a person like you could give love to someone it's out of my imagination. I cannot expect this in my worst to worst dream, so according to your pitiful situation you have no idea about the law of love.

My gethu Image will get damaged. You know you cannot live without him. He spoke out of anger. You knew he didn’t mean anything he said. You always win his lust. He always seeks you even after he shouts at you. He has gone weak on you. You also know he has a split personality. At Least you could have restrained yourself from talking like him. Now you cannot feel bad about your image. Pch! Did I really say I Love You to him? Yup, You did! I'm so proud of you!

“That maybe there’s hope?” “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to. It’s written all over you.” “Why are you doing this?” I asked. Loveth’s smile faltered for half a second. Just enough for me to see it—something darker underneath. Jealousy, maybe. Or insecurity. Then it was gone. “Because I can,” she said. “You’re cruel.” She shrugged. “And you’re pathetic.” When she finally left, the silence she left behind felt louder than anything she’d said.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

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