Love And Hate Relationship Books Novels & Stories

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

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

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded

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

Carl inquired to be sure. "Yes! I was with him just for power. After all, they say he who has the power rules the world. Power makes the world go round," Zara answered arrogantly. She was determined to make the Neela king believe that she never loved her husband, so she added. "Even if he were to come back now, I won't go back to him. I would rather remain with King Luther." "Are you saying you love King Luther?" Zara hesitated for a while. There's no one she hated as much as she hated Luther but in her current situation, she had to profess love for him.

She teased. “So things have gotten this far.” Christian smirked. “Yeah, he talks about her all the time.” Kathrine told Christian. “With me too.” He chuckled. “Look, I need to talk to her.” I told her. “Hmm okay, start your relationship with hate.” She hummed, staggering me. “What?” “Yeah…” Her casual tone teased me more, “Why?!” “Look, The relationship aroused from hate is much stronger than others. Its strength would be greater than anything else.”

A suffocating weight settled on my chest. Years ago, Giselle loathed Jordan's dad for forcing her mom into a miserable marriage, while Jordan hated Giselle's mother for driving his own mom to suicide. For a decade, they despised each other. But after they met me, their toxic rivalry strangely shifted into a competition over who could treat me better. Eventually, real feelings developed between Jordan and me, and our families capitalized on it to finalize our marriage. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Being fiercely protected by both of them for so long had made me forget a fundamental truth: I was only ever a transactional tool for a family alliance.

Camila’s breath caught softly. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away. Because there it was. The truth that both of them had been avoiding for weeks. Love. Real love. Messy. Unexpected. Terrifying. But real. Mateo looked at her carefully now. “Tell me to stop loving you,” he whispered. Camila’s eyes filled instantly. Because she knew he would. Even if it destroyed him. That was the difference between Mateo and Lucas. One tried controlling her. The other gave her the choice to leave.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo