Love Is Hate Novels & Stories

It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point. I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it. This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate. Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

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.

Hate. “Wait!”

“Just long enough to make him mine… or break him completely until we achieve our aims.” Mother stared at me for a long time before whispering, “You sound like you hate him.” I met her eyes, smiling faintly. “I don’t hate him. I just don’t love him. There’s a difference.” “And what difference is that?” “Hate is messy,” I said softly. “Love is weak. But control…” I let my hand rest on my abdomen again, pretending to cradle something that wasn’t there, “...control is power. And Liam is about to give me plenty of it.”

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

From hate to love. ~THE END~

He could hate him all he wanted, but he couldn't erase the fact that he had loved him. Even if he has to deal with all his hatred, he won't leave his side. Because Justine knows. Ray hated him this much because he had loved him just the same. And Justine would stop at nothing to make Ray love him again.

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not

I said again like the betrayal hadn’t sunk in deep enough. “What?” The priest was the first to speak before another series of whispers broke around. My throat was getting dry and across from where I stood I could remember the way Marcus once looked at me. Everything was a lie, the whole look of love, the vows he had said on our wedding day like he wanted me forever. “I want to show you what love is, Nicole” He had said. Was this it? What a fucking joke. “We are not married, Nicole” He looked at me, shaking his head “Not anymore”