Love Hate Relationship Adalah Novels & Stories

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

He said adding, "it's normal to kiss, feel and have sex when you are in relationship kitten." I gulped as I felt scared with his expectations, "I feel uncomfortable...." "Don't tell me you are among those who dream of losing their every first to their real lover?" He sounded as if it was most insane thing. "Is it bad? To wait till you find real love?" I asked carefully. "Real is rare kitten, fake is everywhere." Xavier said and fear creeped up in my stomach. "Why are you saying so?" "Generally." He shrugged and then smiled as he interlinked our hands.

Everything else follows. I had said it to a twenty three year old in my office who had asked for relationship advice. I had lived it imperfectly and then more perfectly over the past year and a half. I was sitting in this chair at three in the morning living it right now. Show up. Consistently. Mean what you say. That was everything I knew about love. Three sentences. Simple. Earned. Worth every difficult mile it had taken to learn them. I looked at Hope sleeping against my shoulder.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

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

I feel my cheek heat up. “That’s it?” “Yes.” I wish he could steer away from this conversation. He is beginning to pry and I don’t feel too comfortable. “Hey relax, I don’t mean to discomfort you. It is just good to see that he has finally moved on. But it also feels rushed.” “There is nothing rushed, we are so in love.” I hope he really doesn’t catch the sarcasm. “Okay, Good.” He said, he sounded not fully convinced and also amused.

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

Said Samantha. "We get along alright. Sometimes we argue." I replied. "He allows you to still be here after that???" Samantha asked in a baffled tone. I nodded. "Wow. He must really like you." She said in wonder. "I'm not sure. I mean, we do argue a lot." I replied. "Maybe this is like a 'hate and love' relationship." She said with a chuckle. I shook my head. "It's not like that, besides those don't exist."

“Oh, God! When did it become so difficult to text someone? Damen had girlfriends when he was in college. Nothing serious. In their office, Marissa had shown interest in him but he just could not think about her in that way. She tried so hard for him to fell for her. All sorts of tricks but Damen being Damen didn’t give in. Marissa, although, was very beautiful with her green alluring eyes, her brown locks, her perfect body shape, her attitude, everything. But even with everything she had failed to capture his eye. James and Nora were well aware of this ‘wanna-bish’ relationship. They used to tease him every now and then by mentioning her name and saying silly things about them.