Love And Hate Novel Novels & Stories

“We both know it would hurt you more if Easton Marzel will be the one to give you this pain…. “He whispered against her lips, all the while drinking into her shimmering hues. Flora refused to look away from him because she needed to see the intensity of his hatred for her. She needed to know how much the person she had started loving more than her own self hated her and she was witnessing it in his fatal gaze clearly and with no shield. Peering into her glossy hues which were still shedding tears. He saw a fat tear rolling down from her cheek. His gaze followed it keenly which made him lean closer to her and then he pressed his lips against that tear on her. Flora felt his lips touching the

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

He laughed and focused on the road, but he still kept his hand on my thigh. "I hate you." I grumbled, adjusting myself. "No you don't." He squeezed my thigh one last time, hard enough to bruise, then finally pulled his hand away. The absence hit me like cold air, my pussy clenching empty, desperate for more. I immediately hated how empty it felt. "You love it," he pointed out, his voice smug. "You are insufferable." "And you are still wet." He glanced at me, eyes dark. "We are not done with that list, Yas. I'm going to make you beg for every single one."

If we also share the same fury with what Nichole has done and planned. In the past, I tried everything to keep him in my life but he just kept ignoring me. Now that I no longer wanted him, now that I no longer needed him...he presented his new self and profound love to me with his sweet words and consistent begging. I drag my gaze away from him. He made me sick. It was now clear to me. I will never welcome him back now that love and hate have collided—there are no longer lines blurring between them. Love and hatred are now one and fucking the same.

Why did I want to break up with him? I turned that question over in my head and looked at it from different angles and the honest answer was that I did not have a good one. He loved me. I knew he loved me the way you know something that has just become part of the furniture of your life, settled and solid and not something you question on a normal day. And did I love him back. Absolutely. Without question. Without hesitation. In a way that sometimes scared me when I sat with it too long in a quiet room.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

If he wants us to spend the rest of our lives hating each other and hurting each other then that's what he was going to get. I looked at him. He was just staring into space. What was going through his mind right now? Was he thinking of the same things I was? Or was he thinking of the way he'll hurt me next, his next move? Was he regretting the conversation we had? No matter what was going on between us, right now I can still say that I still have strong feelings for this man. I don't know if they'll disappear over time but right now, I was doubting that I would ever stop loving him. Has he stopped loving me or does he still love me like I love him? Is he hating me for real? I had no way of f

And I HATE IT! Tss. Five months are enough for two people to fall in love with each other. Well, it actually doesn’t require enough time to fall in love with that bitch witch! I am not the witch here! Jeoff seriously? Do You think I am going to let it happen? NEVER! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

He can’t hate Alec, no matter how much he tried, he loved him so much more than any hatred that can be ever felt. Alex had gone inside with his eyes soaked, he had never thought he’ll let Daniel go so soon, he bites his tongue in anguish and so much hatred on his brother. He loves him a lot and couldn’t play in with what his little mind is already telling him. “I can’t truly believe I gave up on Daniel just for my brother to have him all to his self, he raided like a wounded lion, looking for a prey to fist on.