Love Hate And Clickbait Novels & Stories

Brittany said as she looked at me with pout. Sounds as ridiculous as your pout! "Whatever I don't care! Let's go." I said as I wiped her lipstick that was smudge over my lips. ____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

I frowned lightly, slowing down my steps. “Look at him,” one of them said. “I don’t know how he could let himself get carried away to get married at his age.” The others laughed. “Well, if he actually loved that money grabber, it would have been better, but he doesn’t. She is in it because of his money. I know that this is all he think about, and it is so pathetic.” “They both are,” another said. “I think they are a match made in hell, and not heaven as the popular slogan goes.”

I had learned to engage in stupid arguments and pointless banter with her even though all I wanted was to whisper sweet nothings in her ears and tell her how beautiful she was and by God she had to be the most beautiful thing to ever walk this planet. Jasmine was the absolute love of my life, had been for the last decade at least and i didn't think that was ever going to change, but she hated my guts. I have no clue what I did wrong exactly but the more I tried to get close to her, the more I find out that the only type of conversation she would ever have with me is an argument, and the only activity she wanted to engage in with me was a competition, so I gave her what she wanted, because

"Breathe, okay? Just tell me... why do you think he hates you?" "Because he said so. He thinks I'm just some spoiled little daddy's girl who always gets what she wants. He said I was 'popular with men,' that everyone talks about me... he—he called me a whore." The words tumbled out in a broken whisper. "What the fuck?" Noah slammed his fist on the table. "Why the hell would he think that?!" Lily was furious. "You don't even hang out in those circles! Who the fuck is saying these things about you?!"

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

The woman at the center of the story is said to be connected to Cole's current fiancée. Twelve words that contained everything without naming anything. Turbulent romantic history. Financial dispute. Broken engagement. Connected to Cole's current fiancée. Enough to start conversations. Enough to produce questions. Enough to put the story into circulation in the specific way that stories entered circulation when they were attached to a name that people tracked. I read it a second time. Same words. Same careful construction. Same twelve words doing exactly the damage they had been designed to do. I put the phone down.

“Is this what they mean when they say, ‘If you love someone, you gotta love their dog too’?” “Don't throw idioms around, you illiterate dummy. This is called ‘hating someone’s guts’.” Snow flushed, her almond-shaped eyes fiery. Kiran smothered his desire to learn more about PowerHub Investment Group. “What on earth did Hans do to make you hate him so much?” “I’m not gonna tell you!” Snow turned redder. “After all I did to p*ss you off, you don't hate me; instead, you fell in love with me. That means he did something really unpleasant to you, didn’t he?” Kiran tried to probe for more.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

Melissa was light to so many people, and now, I had fed them darkness. My laptop screen lit up like it had a heartbeat. Notifications pinged endlessly—likes, shares, comments, reposts. Every second, the numbers climbed higher. Millions of impressions in less than a few hours. Blogs wrote entire articles before noon. Clickbait headlines screamed across the internet: “Melissa Caught in a Secret Affair?” “The Shocking Photo That Breaks Melissa’s Perfect Image.” “Melissa’s Betrayal: What Does This Mean for Xavier?” Failed promises, betrayal, shame—they painted her in colors she didn’t deserve. I sat there, staring at the screen, my heart hammering like I’d just finished a sprint.