Novel & Cerita Love Hate Romance

“Is that your brother? I think he’s your lover. “I see. You’re my husband’s mistress, and you’re using his money to keep a lover, right?” Alarm bells rang in my head. Yelena then said with a cruel smile, “Bring the can of gasoline. I’ve eaten every delicacy, but I’ve never tasted roasted human meat. “Why don’t I let your lover taste your flesh?” Hunter dragged himself along the floor and spoke in a rough voice. “Don’t you dare! If anything happens to Wendy, I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death! Don’t count on Jacob to save you!”

"If it's a girl, I want her to be like you, sweet, stubborn, and always laughing. If it's a boy, I want him to be like me, loyal, patient, and with a terrible sense of humor." Aurora burst into laughter. "How arrogant!" "But you still love me, right?" Rafael teased. Aurora turned her head, her eyes sparkling. "More than you can imagine." Without hesitation, Rafael took Aurora's face in his hands and kissed her lips again. This time, the kiss was warmer, deeper, and full of meaning. As if they were filling each other's hidden wounds. There was no office, no past, no names like Valery or Edgar. There was only the two of them, loving each other, healing each other.

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

Not the kind she felt when she was with Ethan, whose quiet strength and steady presence made her feel safe, seen, whole. She set her fork down, her hands trembling. “Max, I… I don’t hate you. You’re amazing, and I care about you. But I think I love Ethan.” The words spilled out, surprising her with their clarity. “When I’m with you, I feel… something intense. Like a fire, you know? But it’s not the same. With Ethan, it’s deeper. It’s… home.” Max’s face fell, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t look away. “So, what, I’m just… lust to you? A fling?” His voice was sharp, hurt lacing every word.

In the way that meant the thing they had been most certain of had turned out to be the thing that required the most undoing. I had been certain my heart was under control. He had been certain love was finished with him. Neither of those things had been true. And the process of discovering they were not true had been everything. Not easy. Not clean. Not the specific straightforward thing that some love stories were. The other kind. The kind with walls and wounds and a woman named Vivienne and the specific long road that led from his car outside a lawyer's office to a hillside in Tuscany in October to a kitchen table where a four year old delivered philosophical observations with complete auth

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

She spat, walking out on her sisters, she just can't fathom why they hate the vampires too much, and kid won't let go off their hatred, well she's going to do what needed to be done. Hello my lovely readers, hope you've been enjoying this book so far, feel free to drop your comments and thoughts about this book and don't forget to vote please. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR… *REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD *JUST ONE MONTH *THE LYCANS SIN YOU CAN ALSO CHECK MY I*******M PAGE, TO SEE THE APPEARANCE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS,TO MAKE READING MORE FUN, PLEASE FOLLOW ME ALSO, IT'S A NEW ACCOUNT…

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

My tone was stern and uncompromising, hoping it was enough to hold her at bay. Zoe laughed, and shook her head. “Why do I have to pay for another woman’s mistake? She hurt you, but I won't harm you. Not when I love you more than I love myself. You just don't want to give me a chance. You lied. You don't like me at all.” I sighed, feeling my head begin to ache. I shouldn't have accepted the ride. I looked out the window. We were almost at my place. “It's not that I don't like you Zoe. I find it hard to attach any romantic feelings towards you. You're more like a sister to me. Let's keep it at that.”