Novel & Cerita Love Hate Romance

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

“Albeit I expected something new, something different came out entirely. Looking at your face, I was not looking at the same girl I met and was once obsessed with three years ago, rather at the lady that broke me. Aversion like I have never felt before grew in my heart and the need to make you suffer conquered the need to show my deceased love for you.” “I would went on battling with the thought you’re not my dead fiancé and rather the beautiful young girl I met, and then it hits me. I’m trying to fall in love when my first time didn’t exactly end well, the second, third, all I have been without love does not fit in a happy ending even. So I decide to hate you instead, however the hatred, th

Asmaira being the innocent soul, couldn’t fathom what was about to befall her and was unaware of the storm named Amaan that would soon wreck her life. People say love bound two souls in a marriage, but in their case, it was hatred. Destiny played its game, and now they have joined in matrimony that neither of them was willing to acknowledge. A thick tension enveloped the couple at their first meeting. Not even a minute passed with them in the same room; however, the air surrounding them felt gloomy and heavy. No one could believe how people ended up hating each other despite any knowledge of each other.

He let out a sigh after, like he just did something he’d regret for life. “Do you, Eve Craig, take Logan Maxwell as your lawful husband, to love, cherish, and to obey, in good times or bad times, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse?” I didn’t think twice, “Yes, I do.” I said, staring directly into Logan’s eyes when all I could see in them was hatred. “You may now kiss your bride.” Logan leaned in close to me, his lips close to mine. “Welcome to hell, Eve.” He whispered before his lips crashed on mine.

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours of silence. For Lily, each minute had been a deliberate brick laid in the wall she was building between her old life and this new, sterile reality. The sweetness of that afternoon in the penthouse—the shared smiles, the brushes of hands, the whispered possibilities—felt like a fever dream now, a hallucination brought on by a desperate need to be loved. In the cold light of the aftermath, there was only the jagged truth: Julian Vane was no different from Thomas. He was just better at branding.

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

“I don’t want to see you like this. You should go home and rest.” He stood there silently, looking at me. “You are my home,” he said quietly, and pulled me into a tight embrace. We stood like that for minutes. “I love you, Dante Romano.” He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. His dark eyes burned into me. He leaned down gently and kissed me—deep, strong, and passionate—then suddenly stopped. “I love you too, Evelyn Romano.” We both smiled. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and continued the kiss. Behind us, I could hear Noah and the girls shouting and laughing. I looked into Dante’s eyes, then at the setting sun behind him.

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

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "