Love At First Hate Novels & Stories

“Why? “ she asked back. “I do believe, because I fall in love the first time I meet you. “ he said. “Hmmm…. Are you sure??? “ she said. “Maybe you believe too. You just can’t accept it. “ he said. “How will you know that I believe in Love at first meet? “ she asked. “Because you make love at me on our first meet. “ he said and smiled. “Gosh, don’t reminisce it. I am not on my mind that time. “ she said. “Hmmm… don’t lie. You fell crazy while giving you romance. “ he said.

I held my breath, my heart pounding, as I anxiously awaited his explanation. "I can't imagine my life without you," he confessed, his voice filled with emotion. "You bring light into my darkest days and make every moment brighter. I've come to realize that I love you, more than I ever thought possible." A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle. Hatred filled my being as I listened to his words. Did he really think he could fool me with empty declarations of love? Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to grasp his hand, my voice trembling with contempt. "I hate you with every fiber of my being," I whispered, my words laced with dis

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

The anger I feel in my soul at this very moment can burn up a room and of course it was caused by her, I mean who else could make me feel this way. Fourteen years down the line and I still hated her just as much as I did the first time I realized what she had done. If anyone told me I would have this much hatred for Lily when we first met I would have blatantly denied it because She was the first person that made me feel the word “love”. I remember the day I first ran into her like it was yesterday.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

The entire church was silent as they waited for my first words. I cleared my throat, “To the man standing in front of me right now, I hate you,” I started off, which made the crowd chuckle. “You might all be thinking that I’m joking, but I’m actually serious. You were my first love, my first kiss, my first everything, and even my first heartbreak. I thought that I was done with you. I hated you and vowed that I’d never fall in love with a man like you anymore. But I swallowed those words pretty quickly because even when I hated you, my love for you was still greater. You took all of my firsts, and now I wish that you’d also be my last. We will have good times together. And we’ll also inevita

Persephone Adelard hates you! She could not hate me. If I could not hate her despite all she had done to me, there was no way for her to hate me. When I thought of her, I got angry and wished I could hit her but it was not because I hated her. It was not unexpected for me to be angry and frustrated with her since she kept acting out but it did not mean I hated her. It was the same for her. Although she held a long grudge, she could not hate me. It was impossible for her to hate me. What was it that people said about first love? I was her first love so I was her forever love.

Rafael hugged Aurora tightly, pulling the blanket to cover both of their bodies. “I love you, Aurora. Starting tonight, and forever.” Aurora looked at him with a sincere smile, her eyes sparkling. “I love you too, Rafael.” Slowly, their eyes closed in the remnants of pleasure. The exhaustion and happiness of their wedding night added to the love that would continue to grow. ***

Tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't stop. When she saw him push into her—still wearing the same condom he'd used on Nadine—something inside her snapped. "Nolan, I hate you!" He froze. Then he bit down on her lip—hard—until blood spilled. In the pale moonlight, mouth stained red, he leaned in and sneered. "You don't get to say that."