Love Is Hate Novels & Stories

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.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

They consumed all love and all hate as well. Let all of it end here.

It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do. The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love. Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

You think they're getting what they deserve. But love? Love was so aggravating. When you think of hate, the emotion you feel is no different from the emotion someone else feels. It's a universal feeling. An overwhelming feeling of loathing. Would you really care if someone you hated died? But love, it's so broad. It's so extensive, where does it end? Are love and hate really that different? Or are they just reconstructed words tailored to what you want to hear? If you hated someone, wouldn't their pain bring you pleasure, wouldn't you love to see them in pain?

*Satvi Pov* “I hate you so much that no one in this world must have hated anyone like me.” Hate? I thought, chuckling with no humor in it. I may have hated him in the beginning when he blackmailed me and even married me planning his so-called revenge, but I don’t remember that feeling at all. I am such a liar! I thought, leaning on the cupboards. After getting out, I directly walked inside the kitchen and just sat on the floor with no plan of seeing him at all.

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

They touched without words, through looks and small smiles only understood by hearts in love. *_"