Love Hate And Clickbait Novels & Stories

Gary let out a low breath "you need to decide the one you want. You need to choose, will you take love or will you take hate because if you don't take your time to know exactly how you feel about her, you will never have rest. When you see her with another man, you will feel broken, but when she is by your side, you will feel irritated. So you need to stand your ground on one emotion, which do you feel more?"

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That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

"As soon as Noah finished speaking, the popular search on the Internet had disappeared in a blink of eye." "At the same time, inside the headquarters of the Baxter Alliance, Zion's expression was ghastly pale yet he still managed to continue typing. It didn't take long for him to stop his action." There was a symbol of Silver Fox on the computer screen and a message was sent from it. "Hope that we can work it out, kiddo!" Zion slightly frowned. Kiddo? Silver Fox had made people both loved and hated him as always. "However, it also seemed a pleasant thing for him to cooperate with Silver Fox to hack the trending hashtags without any trace."

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I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

"I was confirming, not telling. She asked if you'd finally gotten your kiss that day and all I said was yes. I had no idea she had other plans with it." "You saw us?" "No, I mean, yeah. But it wasn't intentional. Remember I was there during Julie and Seth's conspiracy. Then you showed up and...that's it." "Blah...blah...blah," Kelly chanted as Gianna regarded her with disgust. "He almost snapped my neck at the sight of the article, can you believe that? The things people can do for love, ew!" "Just—just how far did you go with this hate?"

When my real parents found me and I discovered that I was a legitimate heir all along who should’ve been living a privileged life, I hated Micah for stealing the wealth and glory that should've been mine. "Then, I learned you took Nancy's wealth and privilege too. I couldn't help but see you as being just like Micah. I felt an instinctive hatred toward you. It was as if despising you was the only thing that would make me feel like everything was finally right in the world. "A real heir should be with another real heir, so I moved in with Nancy. Beyond that, it was also because Nancy was my first love, the one I could never have. She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bit

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of