Love Hate Relationship Adalah Novels & Stories

“I envy their relationship, though. There's a high chance they might become friends.” The more you hate, the more you love. Heidi found herself reaching for the wine glass again despite repulsing it. Wasn't it also true that the more you love, the more it hurts? As true as those phrases were, they were better avoided. If only one had the power to do that. If she'd been sane enough and controlled herself as early as the iron was still hot, things wouldn't have gotten to this, because, after love and hate, came the irredeemable hurt.

She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his. Severus Snape, there was something about his story which always made Lily love him for what he was yet hate him for the choices he made. She always hated him for not moving on and destroying himself for the woman who never for once looked back at him, she loved him for the devotion he had for the people he trusted and adored.

Perhaps I love her, yet there is something deep inside me that compels me to despise her. That right there is love, alpha..." Dillon spoke in a murmur. The opposite of loving someone is to hate them; this is the nature of the relationship between the two. He continued by saying, "You can't just tell someone that you detest them without a deeper explanation coming from their mouth," which was an additional point he made. "Love is not all about what we feel; it's all about how we can make that person stay with us till the end," said Robert Frost. "Love is not all about what we feel."

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

Julian chuckled and said, "So whatever I heard is right. You both really hate each other. Damn! The youngest business tycoon and the business goddess hate each other?" He said while laughing aloud, but we both kept glaring at each other. Hate? Our relationship is more than that. "But that's alright, as we know, HATE is also a form of LOVE." he continued, and this time, I broke my eye contact with Vdius and turned towards Mr. Julian. Love? How come he even think about it? Gosh! I can't stand these two for longer.

I say. "I like the new time better and I don't need your permission." He says. "You do. I am not your employee. I am your colleague so you better cooperate with me." I say. "I own a bigger half of this company than you. So I have more rights and believe me if I want I can buy your half so it will all be mine. So you better behave I don't like you making a scene at my company." He says. "You know now that you aren't professional why should I be? Let me be honest with you I hate you. I hate you so fucking much so do us both a favor and don't come around me. I don't like to see you. Ok?" I say with a mocking smile.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

I guess one would go as far as to say that love and hate are always intertwined, they are always nexus causal relationships that cannot be separated. But I think everyone is capable of hate, even the people that love the most. Hell, I think the more you love the more hate you are probably going to feel. Hate is developed in order to protect the people you love, and there are just people who are just terrible beings no matter what. I wonder if I was one of them, “here it shows that the seers didn’t help just everyone” I said looking at their files.