Novel & Cerita Love Hate Romance

"Why the hell didn't you meet me before marriage? Last year, I should have hated you for what you made me believe but I regretted running away from the marriage." "I know. I should have met you soon. It never occurred to me that you'll leave me at the altar. I was thinking we have our whole lives." "Mateo was right." He immediately jerked his head towards me, "What did he say?" I laughed watching him like that. For some reason, he got triggered by Mateo. "He said ours isn't a romantic love story but a crime thriller." "Oh, if he knows what's gonna happen to you in our bed tonight, he will call it an erotic story."

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

I've been in this fucking world I hate for 40 years and the only one who loves me is the one I hate the most. Only Lucian understands. He reads me like an ancient text, every line and nuance laid bare for him to decipher. He sees me for what I am - a broken, bitter shell of an average werewolf, trapped in a love-hate relationship with a creature he despises. His love for me is relentless, bordering on pathological. It mirrors a mother's unconditional affection, which only fuels my hatred further. That fucking idiot. Why can't he fight back? Why can't he run away from me, just once? Why can't he put an end to this grotesque dance we've been performing for years?

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

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I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

Yet the thought of her and Max seeing each other again is something I don't wanna happen. I saw how she looked at him. None of the lust, just pure joy and relief. She may seem like she hates him but her eyes are not telling you that. She hates him out of the thought that she liked him at the same time. They're not the typical acquaintance but more, lovers in a distance. Hating each other doesn't make them a bad person nor a very low tolerance of annoying people but it was to prove their patience. They had that for each other. They were preparing for it.

that was the last thing she would admit. “You’ve got me. Not now.” Luca said, his voice heavy with a vow. They were together, the moonlight weaving an enchanting ambiance around them, the river softly whispering by their feet. They were isolated in the dreamlike utopia where nothing but the two of them remained—an onerous love threatening to either rescue or ruin them both.

How could I explain that my lover was married—and I was not the bride? I had no plans of coming back soon. Not until I found the right words to answer her questions. Henry — damned wherever he is with that bitch of a wife. They were perfect for each other: a pretender and a troublemaker. How had I once thought we were perfect? Maybe coming to the library wasn’t a good idea; it dragged my thoughts back to that bastard, and I hated myself for it.