Love To Hate You Novels & Stories

she moaned while closing her eyes. "I haven't been hearing from Jon for the past three weeks now and I have no idea where he could have been or what he is doing. Gosh!" she said, worriedly. Even though she has been trying to convince herself that she has moved on and she doesn't care about Jon again, she knew she still cares for him, she still couldn't get his image off her head every day. Even in her sleep, she always had dreams of him, of their beautiful moments, she knew she was still into him. "It's not like he is a bad fella," she said with a slight rosiness. "Rose stop it, you know he is a cheater and a player" she yelled inwardly, trying to wake herself up from this damnable love. But

"You have every right to be angry. Believe me, I hate myself and my family for what we all did to you." Oh Jake, I hate your family and if I could hate you it would make things so much easier, instead I still love you. I don't want to love you. No matter how hard I am trying not to love you, it's impossible. Grams would hate me for loving you, that's one of the reasons I can't give in, but gosh I love you with all my soul Jake. Something I will never be able to tell you though. A song from Nickleback comes straight to my mind, ....trying not to love you, only makes me love you more....

she says with a dry laugh. "Love and hate being the same thing?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah you know I mean love is great, loving someone is pretty fantastic I'm sure but I think the line between love and hate is pretty thin and to love someone you also have to hate them a little. I mean do you honestly think you could have someone having a strong annoying hold on you to get you to do whatever they want with just a cute smile. Personally I think I would hate that a little."

No feelings attached. Just this. Her nails dug into my chest. My hands slid from her neck down her spine, tracing every curve through the thin fabric. She pulled back slightly—just enough to breathe. Her eyes were darker now. “This doesn't mean I forgive you.” She whispered against my mouth. “I know.” ”And I still think you’re an asshole.” ”How about we never say ‘ I love you.’” Her brows furrowed. “So what do we say?” ”We say ‘I hate you.’” I smirked.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like

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.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

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

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.