Love And Hate Relationship Novel Novels & Stories

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

Mandy ran her eyes over it, then she remembered everything, that was the place they first met, he stared at the first chair she sat in, which was the very same chair, she sat playing with Noor and right there, was where she met with Lauren and his group, the setting is same but the difference is, Noor and Leah are no longer there. "Lauren!" "Yes, I was going to have a contract right here with you back then, Six months, we should go our separate ways, 'cause I don't love you and you don't love me." "No, you hate me." "I couldn't say I hate you, I was just protecting my heart, so I hide under the shadow of hate, let's call what we have as, love in the coat of hate." "What?" "I was jealous, see

Elliot explained to him to calm him down. But Rex's anger was not going to calm down. He interrupted his dad and said sternly, "He was a friend, Dad! Now I have only one relationship with him. And that is that of an enemy. He is my crazy enemy. I don't even want to look at him. I don't talk to him because of Nova."

How could I explain that my lover was married—and I was not the bride? I had no plans of coming back soon. Not until I found the right words to answer her questions. Henry — damned wherever he is with that bitch of a wife. They were perfect for each other: a pretender and a troublemaker. How had I once thought we were perfect? Maybe coming to the library wasn’t a good idea; it dragged my thoughts back to that bastard, and I hated myself for it.

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

“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!”

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.

But as he continued to trace delicate patterns on her skin, her gaze softened, and she allowed herself to relax once more. In the stillness of that night, a profound connection blossomed between them. Jonathan, who had suffered from insomnia for two years, found himself succumbing to a deep, peaceful sleep, cradled by the woman he had no choice but to vow to protect. As their breaths synchronized, it was as if their souls had intertwined, sharing their grief and their fragile hopes for a future yet to be written. Jonathan was struggling to get some sleep because he was hearing the countless hurtful sighs from Hazel. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

I cried out in pain, in a desperate attempt to save my life. “You should have thought twice before plotting against Fenrir and me,” Damien growled and pushed me to the wall. I collided against the wall, my face covered in blood, could barely see anything. I wiped my face with my hand, and finally, I saw a sword on his bed. Rushing to his bed, I picked up the sword and charged at him, driving the sword through his stomach. I pulled the sword out, and Damien’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I stood there, my bloody hands trembling. “I just killed an alpha.”

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.