Love And Hatred Novels & Stories

"Like I said, I changed my strategy?" "Does your strategy involve me hating you?" Snapped Lila. The boyish grin bloomed again. "Hate is also an emotion. A strong one besides love. And they walk on a thin line together. So, you need to be careful with your hatred toward me, it could be a sign of your strong love." Eyes turned wide and mouth slightly opened, Lila couldn't believe Andrew was able to say such cliché. She grumbled inwardly. Love my ass.

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

They were just four simple words, yet it felt like he had to squeeze them out of his throat with a trembling voice. "No," she said, "I don't hate you, and I never wanted to hate you. Hatred is such a painful emotion. The love we had was such a beautiful thing. I don't ever want to spoil it with hatred. All you did was choose your career over our love. You just chose the life that you've always wanted, that's all."

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."

Wyatt said, "I could feel that you hated him so much, but hatred arises from love. If you no longer love him, you wouldn't hate him this much." Elianna took a step closer suddenly and said, "I loved him, that was me being blind with my heart. Now I see his true colors, all that love has turned into hatred. Hatred doesn't mean I still love him, it's because he was too heartless." Her eye sockets, involuntarily turned slightly red.

I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest twisting into something darker. Love had turned to hatred. And I was ready to burn everything to the ground.

"But it is a wounded love. Betrayed, destroyed by him." Nathan called me with a gesture. I approached. He ran his hand over my head, as one does with a child. "Daughter, the hatred you say you feel is only hurt. You still love him, and as you yourself said, you feel betrayed by him. But my angel, hatred and hurt are two totally different things." He held my face with both hands and, smiling gently, said: "And, my dear, never blame yourself for still feeling the love you feel for him, because love has no explanation, not even in pain."