Love The Way You Hate Me Like A Storm Mga Nobela at Kwento

Closer this time. The sound hits something deep inside my chest and squeezes. I move toward the window before I can stop myself. The sky is a violent mess of dark clouds and blinding light. Rain slants sideways across the valley. Lightning tears through the sky again. The thunder comes instantly after. My shoulders jerk. My hands clench. I hate storms. I’ve hated them since that day. I press my palm against the cold glass and force myself to breathe. Slow. You’re fine.

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I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

The boys looked puzzled, especially Jace. ‘She had and evil smile passed at me. That lady doesn’t still like me.’ He muttered. ‘Well. Laura is the only one meant to like you though, not her friends. Monica may come around later if she wants to. She only likes me for Michelle.’ Diamant squeaked, happiness filling the coldness inside him. Jace scoffed, and mimicked him quite jealous ‘She only likes me for Michelle… wrap it up gang’ And then Cody and Alex burst into a fit of masculine laughter, enjoying the grimace on Jace’s face.

Walking to my cabin I drowned myself with work. I hate him! I hate you Aaron Kingston! *****

the proud mom smiled. “ I fell by the wayside, like everyone else I hate you, I hate you, I hate you But I was just kidding myself Our every moment, I start to replace 'Cause now that they're gone All I hear are the words that I needed to say When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, time can heal but this won't So, before you go Was there something I could've said To make your heart beat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving her standing there, heart aching, hands clenched into fists. Sienna exhaled shakily, blinking back the sting behind her eyes. She had known from the start that Grayson Pierce was a man made of ice. But what she hadn’t expected… Was just how much it would hurt when he froze her out, too. --- **A Storm Rages On** Grayson sat in his office later that night, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hand. The storm outside mirrored the one inside of him—relentless, unforgiving.

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”