Love At First Hate Novels & Stories

“I had already known from the beginning that you weren't as weak nor naive as the others thought you would be.” I shrugged my shoulder and tiredly slumped my body on the back of the chair as I let him tend my wounds. “Then can I ask you?” He suddenly asked with caution in his voice. I didn't open my eyes and calmly hummed. “Ask.” “Why do you seem to hate me the first time we meet?” He softly asked, making me stiffen, then I let out a soft chuckle. Why hate you? That's because the love that I gave to you, that I offered to you, was already consumed just like a candle that after it kept on being lit by fire, melted.

Hate is greater than love. I’d given her a few days to replay every moment of our first night together, to crave me, and what’s the first thing she does? She seeks out the company of another. My men find her alone with a man. She didn’t spread her legs for him, but the room smelled of her sex. He’d pleased her, had his fingers… his tongue in what was mine. I had one rule, one expectation, one fucking hope, and she couldn’t even do that.

you felt that, she felt that too. She doesn’t hate you. You guys both think the other person hates you guys, but really you both love each other. If you felt that, she felt that too. She loves you but you say you hate her, so she says she hates you too. Since she says she hates you, you say you hate her too. It’s so fucking obvious. You both love each other. But think the other one hates you guys, so you guys say you hate each other so it’s not weird between the two of you.” I whipped my tears. “She felt it too?” She did, she told me while we were fucking. Fuck. “Askar. Yes, fuck, yes, she loves you. Now get out and run to her.” I gave her a hug, and ran out the door. Once I reached her hou

“You and I—we’re past that.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “Because if we were, your hands wouldn’t be shaking right now.” Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her hand away from the table, hiding it under her lap. I’d hit the nerve I wasn’t supposed to. I stood up, moving around the table until I was beside her. She looked up, startled. I leaned closer, not touching her, but close enough for her to feel my breath. “I know you hate me,” I whispered. “But the thing about hate... is that it doesn’t come without love first.”

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

I pointed at her with anger and hurt situated deep within my core. “We didn’t mean to do this…” Brittney started. “Didn’t mean to? You accidentally planned a wedding with my husband?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Congrats, Brittney. You are so clumsy” “Stop this. We just started talking and we happened to fall in love, Nicole” and he had the audacity to look at her with a smile on his face. My head rang and I reached for my hair, yanking at the roots, trying to focus on anything but the hurt trying to swallow me whole.

They touched without words, through looks and small smiles only understood by hearts in love. *_"

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

I can take Victoria’s life, that’s cheap, but it’s also too easy. The twins told me what happened between them and her. I haven’t watched the video yet; it’s too raw, too soon. But whatever they did, it’s not enough. I want her to suffer more than I want my next breath. I’ve crossed the line into hate, and that’s what bothers me. A wise man doesn’t hate his enemies; hate too often can blind you. So I’m fighting it while trying to carry out what must be done.