Love Or Hate Novels & Stories

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.

Jonathan and Stefani. Both hated each other's guts they fought a lot of times for a long time. Both assumed and thought wrong of each other. Both had their hearts in pain for years. Because of misunderstandings, they closed themselves from everybody, including one another. But just as love was a strong emotion, hate was, too. And if people look closely, they would find it amazing as it was still the thing that brought their hearts together again. Hate. Was it really the opposite of love? Or were they the same all along?

What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

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..."

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

Esther weakly opened her eyes, gazing at the man who had astonished her entire youth. She whispered feebly, "Bradley, I hate you." 'I hate you. Hate you.' Esther understood more than anyone else that love often lay on the opposite end of hate. Without an enduring love, could such profound hatred even exist? "I hate you." These three words echoed like thunder in Bradley's ears. He gently cupped Esther's face, softly kissing away her tears. His gesture seemed like a plea for forgiveness and redemption.

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?"

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted