Love And Hatred Novels & Stories

Antonio thought this was the best revenge against Soren—being hated by the woman he loved. However, he still did not want Soren to have it easy. Antonio ordered his men to place items left behind by William and Isabella next to Soren's ashes. "It's not enough for all of you to face judgment in hell. You have to torture each other in hell and redeem yourselves with the old Don Rossi!" Loving someone meant sharing their hatred. Sophie finally understood that love was not about asking the other person to let go of their hatred. It was to share the burden of their hatred.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

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

“Hunter, I know you mean well, but I have no interest in dating right now.” After what happened with Jacob, I realized that I had put too much hope in men. Depending on someone else’s love to live was a pathetic way to exist. From this day forth, I wanted to live only for myself.

That was the moment I realized I could never afford to be weak. I had loved my mother with all my heart, and look where that had gotten me. Love didn’t protect her. Love didn’t save her. Love had destroyed her. And I refused to let it destroy me. From that day on, I swore I would never let anyone see my heart. I would become everything my father expected me to be—cold, controlled, untouchable. Because if there was one thing my father had taught me, it was that in this world, love was not a gift.

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

“You hurt him for no reason!” Oliver’s expression didn’t change. But his silence said everything. And that silence… Broke something inside her. “I hate you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’re disgusting.” For the first time… Those words actually hit him. Not like the others. Not like fear. Not like insults. This one stayed. Because it came from her. And for reasons he didn’t understand… That mattered. More than it should have.

she whispered to the empty air. She thought back to those two nights with Thomas. They should have been sacred—moments of deep connection in a stressful world. But they were tainted by his “disgust”. If he had been talking to a neighbor about his experience then every "I love you" he’d uttered afterward was a lie, a performance. He hadn't just cheated on her; he had been auditioning for a better life while she paid the entry f*e.

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

His mom had made the mistake of asking him to go shopping for her wedding gown with her, he knew she had just wanted to bond them but riding in that limousine with her that day was one of the most treacherous day of his life, the scenes of how she hurt him kept playing in his mind, he had shut his eyes to block away her presence but then she had spoke to him, he had pretended not to hear her and then she had touched him, her touch had electrocuted him but she didn't know. Hatred burns deep in his heart and he had sworn that day to make her feel the pains she made him feel, to make her feel lonely like he had been. His hatred for her was ninety percent while his love was only ten percent, whe