Novel & Cerita Love The Way You Hate Me Like A Storm

now your working for them you left me but i understand why you did im not the heartless bastard you think i am"He says. He clenched his jaw as his eyes flashed red. But Bermann stole from me, he has to pay raven i don't forgive, i don't show mercy that's why I'm the man i am today." He says taking a sip of his scotch ."I know" i sighed as i stared out unto the dancing couples.  * quick note listen to this song it really sets the mood😘😘* The band starts playing a slow love song that i remembered from my first heist with the crew. It's the day i made my largest score and the day when everything changed Monaco.

‘I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fucking hates me and I love it "Wait! Where you going?" "I'm leaving you!" "No you ain't. Come back" We're running right back Here we go again It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad it's awful,

Kaye POV I almost fainted because I heard what the person I love said to me, I never thought that this would be the person who would greet me when we meet again. I know he hates me but I don't think he can say that to me because I know how much he appreciated and loved me before. "A-are you joking right?" I asked him in disbelief. "Do I look like I'm joking? Just leave!" I admit that I'm hurt by what he says. This is not the Storm I loved because he can't say those words to me.

She had resolved to stand her ground in the face of this bizarre and heartless situation. Jonathan’s voice was cold as he handed Hazel a document. “Hazel, I believe it’s time we discuss the levirate contract. According to our traditions, as my brother’s widow, you are to marry me.” Hazel’s eyes widened with disbelief and grief, “What?!” Her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and anger. Jonathan’s sadistic smirk appeared as he leaned in, his eyes devoid of empathy. “Life is unpredictable, Hazel. You should consider yourself fortunate to be under my protection. Sign the contract, and your future will be secure. I’m sorry for your trouble.”

"The thing I hate most is being played." "Really?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "The list of things that truly anger the mighty Alpha Stormhowl is actually quite short. Pack business, the Stormhowl family's internal fights, and... Audrey Winter." I didn't respond, letting the silence stretch between us. After a long moment, Cassandra's voice softened. "You know, there are ways to make her learn her lesson. Make her chase you for a change. Make her realize what she threw away." "I don't hate her," I said quietly, still looking out at the rain. "I just hate being treated like a backup plan. Is it too much to ask that she love me explicitly? Not just because I chase and pursue and appear desper

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

The storm rages outside, wind rattling the windows like it wants in on the destruction. “Look at me,” I snarl. She does. Our eyes lock. In them I see everything we lost, everything we’re about to burn down to get back. “I hate you,” she whispers. “I know.” She comes again, clenching around me so tight I see stars. I follow her over, spilling inside her with her name on my tongue like a prayer I don’t deserve. We stay like that, joined, panting. Snow taps the glass. The power flickers once, twice, then dies again.

"He touched you, didn't he? You must be furious. I know how much you hate him." I hummed in response, trying to keep a neutral look on my face. He wasn't wrong, I hated Hayden Storm. But when I had touched him, oh. I licked my bottom lip, relishing the taste of him on my tongue. I could feel the smooth velvety skin on his cock against my palm, it was hard to think about hatred. He was such a fine specimen of a man and it would be such a shame to kill him. That wouldn't stop me. These seven days would not end unless I had a blade buried in his gut.

“You’re my peαce‚ bαby‚ my chαos‚ my punishment‚ my sαlvαtion. My αll in one pαckαge. I love the wαy you hαte me sometimes. The wαy you mαke me work for your love. The wαy you never mαke it eαsy. And I sweαr‚ I wouldn’t wαnt it αny other wαy‚ becαuse you’re not eαsy. You’re fucking extrαordinαry.” I bit down hαrd on my bottom lip αs α sob cαught in my throαt. I could see the shimmer of teαrs building in his own eyes now‚ αnd it mαde my heαrt αche in the most beαutiful wαy.