Love Or Hate Novels & Stories

"Like I said, I changed my strategy?" "Does your strategy involve me hating you?" Snapped Lila. The boyish grin bloomed again. "Hate is also an emotion. A strong one besides love. And they walk on a thin line together. So, you need to be careful with your hatred toward me, it could be a sign of your strong love." Eyes turned wide and mouth slightly opened, Lila couldn't believe Andrew was able to say such cliché. She grumbled inwardly. Love my ass.

Chapter 51 Love, a beautiful calamity, and conflict take us into unexplored territory, revealing sensations we've never felt before—unpredictable and hypnotic. Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation.

“We’re working on it. And by working on it, I mean that we argue and bait each other and then go home and think about how much we hate each other.” After they gave their orders for a second round, Harrison said, “You know, I’ve always thought that hate and love were related.” Caleb groaned. “Not this again.” “No, I want to hear this,” Heath said. “What’s your theory?” “Only that love and hate both make people do stupid things, and they both bring out strong emotions. If you love somebody, you care about them; if you hate somebody, you care about them, in a twisted kind of way. You have a connection.” Harrison sipped his beer in thoughtful silence.

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.

It was quite contenting. Love and hate are intimately linked with each other, and the emotion of hatred towards an individual, whom we used to love half to death is more lethal like hell. "Cry harder, My Love. Sorry for you, because its just the teaser." I roared in front of the laptop screen and laughed insanely. The door of my study room opened, creaking in the process and my brother Leonardo walked inside. He walked in front of my table and positioned himself with folding hand and raised brows.

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?

"I regret it now! I don't want this life! I love Sergio now. I never wanted to replace you as Madre. I just wanted to be with Sergio. My Papà died for yours. Without him, you and Luca would have been dead long ago. Can't you show some gratitude and let me have him?" There it was. That "gratitude" again. Luca had risked his life for that word, and now Elena was using it to threaten me. I finally realized how sinister people could be. Love and gratitude were nothing more than stepping stones for their own interests. I raised my hand for another slap, but Sergio grabbed my wrist tightly. The next second, he swung me back hard. My back slammed hard against the cold wall. The impact was so violen

This was different. The fear that arrived when something was real enough that the losing of it was unthinkable. When you understood with complete clarity what your life was and what it would be without the specific person in it and the understanding produced the specific cold that was not danger but love expressed as the full weight of what it meant. "Only ever the good way," I said. Hope nodded. The satisfied nod of a person who has received an answer that confirms their existing understanding of the world. She looked at our hands on the desk between us.

“They were brought up with the thought that they have no choice but to marry each other one day. Rocky hated the idea. He blames Leigh for the agreement..” “I know. I know..” Kade held his palms up to calm his protesting friends and let him finish. “It took him years of practice - years of mental conditioning that he hated Leigh. Have you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love? That’s what happened to Rocky. He keeps saying he hates her, but he can’t live without her. Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. If he was indifferent to Leigh, I would be the first to say he doesn’t love her.”

You feel that a person is as important as you in your heart. That is love. Love is not romantic not familial nor friendship. Love is just love. You love something or someone. You just love. Some people love their procession more than anything. You live for what you love. Some people love a person. Love is what makes you filled with happiness to the brim. And also that love is the same that makes you have hate. This was why he hated himself for not being able to help Lia. The same love that wanted him to be the best for her made him the worst too.