Love And Hate Book Novels & Stories

"Alice, you don't even know what love is..." She shook her head. "No, don't throw that my way, sis. I'm not a child. I know exactly what love is. Love is when someone else makes you feel so perfect when everything else feels imperfect around you. Love is when someone treats you so good and values you, so much more than your own family. Love is when someone accepts you for exactly who you are. Dan doesn't ask me to change. He doesn't see the black sheep in me that everyone sees. He sees me, and he loves how I'm so different. I don't get that-" "Alice, Dave loves you. You know that. And all that you described, Dave feels that way for you-"

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

'Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make, one day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without and find that breath is of little consequence.' ❤❤❤❤ CROSSING JASON'S PATH ❤❤❤❤

“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

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything.

"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.

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.

In the way that meant the thing they had been most certain of had turned out to be the thing that required the most undoing. I had been certain my heart was under control. He had been certain love was finished with him. Neither of those things had been true. And the process of discovering they were not true had been everything. Not easy. Not clean. Not the specific straightforward thing that some love stories were. The other kind. The kind with walls and wounds and a woman named Vivienne and the specific long road that led from his car outside a lawyer's office to a hillside in Tuscany in October to a kitchen table where a four year old delivered philosophical observations with complete auth