Love Hate And Clickbait Novels & Stories

Cause the elevator stops dead in it tracks. Dante pressed some buttons but it didn't work. Great I am stuck in the elevator with him. I seat leaning my head against elevators mirror. Dante is still pressing buttons and the noise of it is getting on my nerves. "You know pressing buttons won't help." I say. "Yeah right seating will." He says. "I am saving energy. This is a very old, damaged elevator." I say. "Great. A huge company doesn't have a safe, working elevator. You hate me for buying your share of the company. If you love your company buy a good elevator for it instead of hating me." He replies.

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.

He knew the paper company they were speaking of. The fact that they were confidently siphoning funds from his company so clumsily to a place of his knowledge shows how stupid they thought of him as. He was their puppet but he will change the tides and they will have no choice but to dance to his tune. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, and Skylar would prefer to be damned to hell than to let anyone walk on him ever again in this lifetime.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks. His name is Jon and he's pretty handsome if you would ask me, tall, slender with that pointed nose, cute and pink lips with masculinity. But he's my nemesis And there he was, sitting at the back of the café, his nose buried in a book. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to remind myself of all the reasons why I hated him. The way he had treated me, the way he had broken my heart, and yet, here I was, unable to resist the pull towards him.

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

“You were, of course, you’re just like all the others, snaring a rich guy using your charm and attractiveness. You're nothing but a manipulative, greedy gold digger.” Sara shouted, "How dare you! You have no right to accuse me of something like that!" Her face flushed with fury. Her eyes burning with defiance, she said, "I will not stand here and let you insult me." I will not be treated like this, you can’t judge me by saying I am a gold-digger cause I am not one.”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

I wanted to run my hand on it, feel the softness against my fingertips. “That is our 4inlove piece. Limited edition. Handmade by Mr McKenny himself in dedication to his late wife. He chose red because it is fiery, bold, and royal. He believes it is made for the most beautiful girl. And you are the perfect person for it.” The salesperson said from beside me, as I stared at the dress—-star-struck. The memory of Killian's note flashes in my head. He likes red—I noticed it. I wanted him to see me in this, I wonder how he would react.

It’s infuriating, and I can feel the pressure mounting. Just then, a notification pops up on my screen—Amelia posted something on I*******m. I groan, rolling my eyes. I only downloaded the app to keep tabs on Amelia and Olivia, and now it feels like a double-edged sword. I click on the notification, my heart sinking as I glance at Lilly, who remains oblivious to my turmoil, still busy on her phone.

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded