Love Is Hate Novels & Stories

He told everyone and himself daily that he hated her for what she did to his mother but deep inside he knew that he still loved her but now he felt something other than love for her and that emotion was more than his love and that was hate. Yes, he hated her but he still loved her too. Love and hate in one package Combination of two emotions that could never live with each other and if you brought them together, they only brought destruction. Love don't let give her pain and hate won't let her be happy. Total mess.

A suffocating weight settled on my chest. Years ago, Giselle loathed Jordan's dad for forcing her mom into a miserable marriage, while Jordan hated Giselle's mother for driving his own mom to suicide. For a decade, they despised each other. But after they met me, their toxic rivalry strangely shifted into a competition over who could treat me better. Eventually, real feelings developed between Jordan and me, and our families capitalized on it to finalize our marriage. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Being fiercely protected by both of them for so long had made me forget a fundamental truth: I was only ever a transactional tool for a family alliance.

When my real parents found me and I discovered that I was a legitimate heir all along who should’ve been living a privileged life, I hated Micah for stealing the wealth and glory that should've been mine. "Then, I learned you took Nancy's wealth and privilege too. I couldn't help but see you as being just like Micah. I felt an instinctive hatred toward you. It was as if despising you was the only thing that would make me feel like everything was finally right in the world. "A real heir should be with another real heir, so I moved in with Nancy. Beyond that, it was also because Nancy was my first love, the one I could never have. She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bit

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

“I think you have it twisted. This is for revenge, I need to see him suffer. To feel the same pain that I did.” “Noted,” Erlan said, the amusement returning to his tone. “But mon chérie, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. You hate him, but you still care. Take it from me—there’s a very thin line between love and hate. You never really know when they intersect.” His voice was silk over a blade. My free hand curled into a fist. “Ugh! I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re his friend, so of course you’re just as infuriating. Calling you was a mistake.”

He felt it’s rather unnatural to be asked such a deep question by no more than a child, but he found himself clearing his throat and saying, “Love is a foolish excuse to justify everything. It’s stupid to even perceive it as something that would trigger change; yet, it was what we’re programmed for. It’s why we exist.” “I once believed in love.” The Mistress closed her eyes, spreading her arms. “But love breeds to an even greater hatred, so then love should not exist. If it’s buried, then hatred would not prosper; no one would be enclosed to the thought of fate’s cruelty, no one will become the aggregate of hate, because then no one can love.” “Differing opinion doesn’t really matter nowaday

my voice trailed off and I ended up in Finn’s arms, crying bitterly. “Maybe you do not know… but there’s a only a thin line, a very thin line, between love and hate” “It might not be love… but he definitely feels something less than hate for you…”

Was it because she no longer loved him? Without love, there was no hate.

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”