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.

Clark reported "Do you want to know what's going to happen tomorrow Clarky", Skylar said with a little curve on the left side of his lips. The best part of seeing a person's downfall is to make them believe they are at the highest without knowing that when they'll fall, they'll be crushed into pieces. And that's where I'll come in, I'll be their knight in shining armor. I'll lift them so high that they'll fall harder like never before. They'll fall never to rise again. Whoever tries to pull them back up will be crushed all the same. And me, I'll reel in their demise, sitting high as always I'll watch them perish.

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.”

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

“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.

"I love to roll it!" "Roll it!" "Could these women just shut up!" I wailed inside. They're just making noise with their voices. I guess they might have noticed I felt lonely and that's why they stood by my door trying to make me come out, but it wouldn't work. "Oh, this hot dog is great! Have a taste Mirabelle darling…guess someone is missing…". "Bang!!!" I opened my door wildly, interrupting the lines, and they gazed at me mischievously.