Love Hate Relationship Adalah Novels & Stories

he says, “tell me whether Lena approved of me ruining your ability to sit properly.” That startles a laugh out of me. “What makes you think I discussed it?” He looks at me with amusement. “Because it’s you and Lena, and this would not get past her.” “True. She was a little too thrilled at my lack of comfort.” “She likes me now?” He asks hopefully. “She absolutely does not.” “Worth a shot. We have a love-hate relationship.” I stare at him. “Ummm… you might have to define the love part.” These two have never got along and they seem to enjoy it that way.

“They were brought up with the thought that they have no choice but to marry each other one day. Rocky hated the idea. He blames Leigh for the agreement..” “I know. I know..” Kade held his palms up to calm his protesting friends and let him finish. “It took him years of practice - years of mental conditioning that he hated Leigh. Have you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love? That’s what happened to Rocky. He keeps saying he hates her, but he can’t live without her. Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. If he was indifferent to Leigh, I would be the first to say he doesn’t love her.”

But everytime she thinks about their relationship, she just can’t believe that they fell for each other. Who would fall for each other when all they did was diss each other? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for your total opposite? Only L and Patrice. Who would fall for someone who shouts at you almost every minute of the day? Only L and Patrice. And most of all, who would fall for someone with the personality you disgust so much that seeing that someone makes you want to puke? Only L and Patrice. So, maybe, it’s true. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

I winked at Sibyl. "I'm married. I. . ." Sibyl's face darkened. "I see." I turned to Manolo. "She doesn't love you." It's as simple as that. I was patient with Manolo, "Love is a one-person thing, and you can love anyone, but a relationship is a two-person thing. As long as one person doesn't want to, you can't build a relationship. So you'd better give her up. Listen to me and lie down on my bed. There are many things in this world that make you happier than love."

She teased. “So things have gotten this far.” Christian smirked. “Yeah, he talks about her all the time.” Kathrine told Christian. “With me too.” He chuckled. “Look, I need to talk to her.” I told her. “Hmm okay, start your relationship with hate.” She hummed, staggering me. “What?” “Yeah…” Her casual tone teased me more, “Why?!” “Look, The relationship aroused from hate is much stronger than others. Its strength would be greater than anything else.”

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

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.

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I was already being carried by Lorenzo. I tried to throw him a deadly glare but I couldn't open my eyes anymore. So instead of doing that I just leaned my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I hate you,” I mumbled weekly. It was full of resentment and I mean it with all my heart. I hate him to the core because he obviously wasn't attracted to me anymore. “Do you really mean it?” I heard him queried. I didn’t answer and just closed my eyes tightly. My head suddenly felt light. The heat I was feeling was still there but my eyelids were getting heavier and sleepiness is now taking over.