Love To Hate You Novels & Stories

The four words almost seemed to have been squeezed out of his throat with a tremble. She said, "I don't hate you, and I don't want to hate you. Hate is a very hurtful feeling. It was nice being in love with you. I don't want to add hatred to it. Between love and career, you chose the latter. That’s all you did.”

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

Kabir snapped, pausing with his lighter as Ayaan pressed, “Do you really? Are you blind to your own feelings, or just pretending? I see more than hatred in your eyes when it comes to her, Kabir.” Kabir blinked, caught off guard by his brother’s insight, but brushed it aside. “You’re reading too much into this. Ever since you overheard me say ‘I love you’ to her by the staircase, you’ve been obsessed. I told you, I lied to stop her, and it actually sped up our plan, didn’t it?” “And what about when you dropped her off at home? You think I missed the way you looked at her, the way you touched her hair? I recognize that look, Kabir. If I hadn’t honked and sped past the cab, would you have snapp

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

I couldn’t control the tears anymore, I let them fall— I have to let it out. “Mia, do you like him?” “What? No.” How can I possibly like a man like Kilian? He is not really my cup of tea and he is so rude and difficult—he can't even crack a smile. “Then what is stopping us?” He asked again. I thought about it. Nothing is stopping me. “Okay,” I said sniffling as I chuckled. “Let’s do it but we don’t have to tell anybody. For now.” “That’s more like it, I don’t wanna lose you, Mia.”

“I have fallen in-love with you, Michael Black. That is the truth, and you shouldn’t doubt it for one second.” “I’m confused,” he admits, “how can you love me when you don’t truly know me… my darkness. There are things I haven’t told you, things that might make you hate me.” My scoff is breathy. “Hate is a strong word, Michael.” “And so is love.”

“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.

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Luca. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

She even had a better car than me, I hate her, I hate her so damn much. And now... I find she's also the writer of my favorite books! Fuck this! Fuck everyone, I hate my damn life. "Why did it have to be you? Out of the millions of people in this whole fucking world, why did it have to be you? You know how much I despise you? It wasn't enough for you to come back to town and steal Logan, and my friends, my lifestyle, now you have to steal my joy for reading? I hate you, Sophie Patterson. I fucking hate you!" I yelled my lungs out, unaware cameras were rolling, filming, and snapping pictures of me and Sophie.