Love And Hate Novel Novels & Stories

Is that even that hard? My heart wails..... I don't want anyone's love if it doesn't come with their loyalty..... Losing him was a nightmare but loving him so madly is worse...... My eyes were paining with all the crying....Very correctly said,"Ice melts when heated, Eyes melts when cheated..." The smoke filled my lung and I coughed as I exhale loudly. Taking another puff of the cigarette, I looked at my mobile for any message or call from him.... But found none..... I shut my eyes tightly.

And yet—gods help me—I could not stop it. “I hate you,” I whispered finally, the words escaping broken, raw, ripped from the deepest part of me. My chest ached with the force of them. My eyes burned. “I… I hate that I… want… you.” Silence fell. Heavy. Absolute. Then his smile came—slow, dark, devastating. A shadow curling across his lips, consuming and inevitable. “Good,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous, tasting like sin. “Hate is honest. Desire is honest. And tonight, you will face both.”

“Is that your brother? I think he’s your lover. “I see. You’re my husband’s mistress, and you’re using his money to keep a lover, right?” Alarm bells rang in my head. Yelena then said with a cruel smile, “Bring the can of gasoline. I’ve eaten every delicacy, but I’ve never tasted roasted human meat. “Why don’t I let your lover taste your flesh?” Hunter dragged himself along the floor and spoke in a rough voice. “Don’t you dare! If anything happens to Wendy, I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death! Don’t count on Jacob to save you!”

The thought of finally discovering whether my childhood crush could blossom into true love kept my spirits high, fueling my belief in the magic of fate. As the years rolled by, I blossomed into an attractive and bright young woman, full of ambition and dreams. However, with each passing year, it seemed that my increasing beauty and intellect only deepened the resentment my mother and younger sister felt toward me. It was as if my very presence was a constant reminder of everything they wished to forget, and I began to sense a profound animosity brewing beneath the surface. My mother, once a nurturing figure, now regarded me with a cold disdain that was impossible to ignore. Every glance she

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

He grabbed me by the collar and pushed my back against the wall, his forearm pressed tightly against my throat. His nose flared, eyes red, face dark in a way I've never seen before. I could even feel killing intent from him. “Ronan Devereaux, I underestimated how despicable you could get.” He spat, eyes blazing. For some reason, seeing the passionate hate in his eyes and his barely restrained desire to kill me, my heart began to race. I wanted to wrap his arms around my neck and give him the knife myself. Perhaps, the tightness in his chest that made his breathing erratic would be no more.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

For a movement, I thought this was a bad question but soon he relaxed and gave me his blue stare. "My hatred for her is more than the love I felt." He muttered under his breath, looking at a certain distance like he was reliving the memory. Love was love. What made him hate her so much? Was that the reason that she killed our unborn children? Lucifer didn't love me at that time? Then why? "So, you are admitting that love is still there, overpowered by your hatred," I mumbled. He didn't look at me, instead of squeezed my hand before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”