Love Hate Romance Novels & Stories

She chuckled, and I forced myself to nod. Well, Willow was partially right. I was nervous about getting married to him, but that wasn't all the reasons. If he could kill those girls without even blinking his eyes, what more could he do? He already has them even before he dragged me into his house, he never thought of the moment he spent with them, never tried to reconsider, he just... He just killed the three like that. My heart clenched tightly. “You know... From the romance book I read last night, I got to understand one thing. You two would soon get the spark. From hate to love, that's what they call it.” She grinned dreamily, and I scoffed before pushing her forward.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

I cut her before she could continue, “She’s not you.” “What?” She asked, as if she didn’t hear me correctly. “She’s… Not… You…” Eirny’s POV: “Why would you even say something like that? She's not me? Shes fucking perfect for you, not me, God I…” He cut me off once again, “Tell me you hate me.” As if he could read my mind. “Tell me you hate me for loving you, for hating you. Just tell me you hate me.” He looked deeply into my eyes, as the words formed off his circular lips. “I hate you,” I broke out, the words coming out as a caress. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” I spoke as if it was an enchantment. A word against what I actually feel. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” He kisses m

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

That being said, what was the answer to his question? “I still hate you, Rayan. And I probably will for the rest of my life.” I declared, looking straight into his eyes, honesty dripping from my breath. “But I’ve learned to love hating you.” I placed my hands over his, still holding my face, and pressed my forehead against his. “And there’s nothing else I want to do more than hate you.” He gave a brief, bitter smile. “I guess it doesn’t get more romantic than that, does it, feisty?”

said Camellia's heart, trying to revive the hatred that had been growing within her. Love and hate are sometimes only slightly different, in fact there is almost no boundary between the two. Someone who initially really loves, can turn in an instant to hate. On the other hand, those who hate too much can turn back into love. The first phase has been passed by Camellia, who at first she really loved Crish, now she hates that man. Don't let everything change again.

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.

Tears stream down her face, but they are tears of anger, not sadness. I let her go and smile, dark and twisted. “You hate me?” I ask, kneeling on the mattress between her legs. “Yes, Cassian. I hate you. You shattered my fantasy of a happy life, and now you're doing it again! I really hate you, and you can’t believe with how much passion!” “Fine! Hating me is okay. After all, there is only a thin line between love and hate.” I whisper dangerously close to her lips. She spits on my lips, and I don't flinch. Instead, I kiss her firmly.

Hurt transformed into anger, and anger ignited something far more primal between them. The shift from hate to love happened in a single, breathless moment. Their argument dissolved into a desperate, passionate claiming that neither of them could resist. Sandro lifted her onto the sturdy oak desk, papers and tablets scattering forgotten to the floor. Their bodies came together in a hate-to-love scene that was raw, intense, and emotionally charged. He took her hard and deep, each powerful thrust a mixture of frustration, devotion, and the desperate need to reaffirm their bond amid the chaos. Elena clung to him, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure overtook the pain and doubt, t

I guess knowing that there were CCTVs in the suite does make one feel constantly on the edge. A chuckle slipped from me and Sarah smiled. ‘I don’t know much about the young Don, honestly,’ she began, moving leisurely beside me. ‘But I am sure of one thing.’ She touched my lower arm, a sign for me to pause and focus on what she was about to say. ‘Hate is also an expression of love, Juliette.’ Her voice was as soothing as the gentle rhythm of the waves. ‘You said the Don hates you—that just means he still loves you. And men are all the same: when they truly love you, they can’t stop.’