Love And Hate Book Novels & Stories

I firmly believe that love can connect even things as different as Light and Darkness, which is why I wrote this series of 4 books to show my little vision. Believe it or not, love has enormous power, so great that even the smallest gesture of it can break down walls of hatred and selfishness, which in recent years poison our hearts more and more. People hurt others for no good reason, just to feel better themselves, however, this is a short-term effect. If you really want to feel better, spread love around you, not hate. For the love you give will make it grow a hundred times more in your heart, not diminish. Love is the only feeling that the more you share, the more you have it. Isn't that

“Good. that's all the answer I need.” END OF FLASHBACK The only thing that kept the girl moving was her hate and Mercedes was scared that one day the hate in her heart would consume all the space for love. Hate was like fire, love was water and sometimes there are some kinds of fire that water can't put out. FLASHBACK

Hi, Thanks for clicking my book and reading it. The book is the 3rd in the Richwood series. The first book is titled 'From Hate To Love' and it is on this platform. you can check it out. Though you can read this book as a standalone as well. The 2nd series is the continuation of 'From Hate to love' and it would be uploaded in subsequent days. Thanks for understanding. This book is a work of fiction and the sole creation of mine. This book is not permitted to be posted anywhere else. Please do enjoy the book.

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

"What do you mean?" "Cause it's clearly that you're in love with him. You told me at first that you're only admiring him but look at you, you cried when he rejected your drink and sandwich. You love him and he's too blind to realize it. He hurt you countless times and you just forgave him like it's nothing." "Love? I'm in love with him?" Am I that dumb? I know love is such a beautiful thing and I don't even know how to identify it.

"Ih, you're so sour today, much more than usual. I better think of something soon to win Lillian back because I can't stand them both sulking around me, they'll ruin my days. ... After they left the cafeteria, they walked down a street where there was a library, a girl left there in such a hurry that she bumped into Adam causing the bags he had carried in his hands and her books falling to the floor. "Sorry, I'm sorry about that. "She immediately tried to apologize and pick up her books from the floor, embarrassed. "No problem, all right. "Adam reassured her and helped her with the books until one of them caught his attention "The Love of a Duke" he read on the cover and suddenly came to his

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

Will they understand each other, or will they kill each other before they fall? Find out as we journey through in His Own Undoing- His Nightmare. There is war, hate, joy, tears, laughter, but most of all true love. Please read first*** This book is fiction, some of the location, and incidents are a product of my imagination as a writer although some most names are of real people.

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

Looking at me was like seeing her younger self. The north was the only place that ever made her feel happy. If one day I walked the same path and was forced into a political marriage, she hoped this key would provide the escape I needed. My tears blurred the letters. My dad had always told everyone that on the night Hannah committed suicide, she had laced my chocolate cake with sleeping pills to kill us both. If I had taken one more bite, I would have died too. Ironuton condemned her as a lunatic who tried to murder her own child. But I knew the truth: she had stopped herself at the last moment, choosing to face the darkness alone while pressing hope into my tiny palm.