Love To Hate You Novels & Stories

“Also give me everything you have about Liora Hunt's involvement with my brother and ways she had him entangled in that scandal.” He laughed over the phone. “Don't you hate your brother? For someone you can't stand, you seem to care an awful lot.” My mouth twitched and I took another deep drag of the cigarette. So what if I hate him? Only I am allowed to hurt him. Anyone else who dares will get it from me. “Shit! The fall was pretty bad.” More clicking followed. “Give me thirty minutes. I will send it to you.” I humphed in agreement and waited.

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

he called as he walked in "What do you want?" "I was worried" he said "Why will you be worried? You probably hate me" I said "Why will I ever hate you?" he asked "Well I said..... I said horrible things to you" "If only I could really hate you Brianna, that would have been great because I know you can never love me as I love you and it's probably best to hate you but I can't, I can't bring myself to hate you" he said "You......you love me?" I stuttered

The lооk hе hаd given me before opening thе dооr would ѕtау with me fоrеvеr. “Gоd nо, I wаѕ ѕсаrеd, so dаmn ѕсаrеd, but уоu did this оut of love, how соuld I hаtе уоu fоr іt? Yоu gave mе bасk my family. You ѕhоwеd mе thаt I hаvе реорlе thаt lоvе me, that I wаѕn’t аlоnе. Thеу dоn’t hate me lіkе I thоught they wоuld.” “Hоw соuld they hate you, Jоеl?”

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

I just want you to get out of my affairs but I lie that you are going to start claiming of how much you really love me and all you are doing is just to look out for me . I hate the way you think that . You know that I love that girl and I hate the way she made me feel even though I had no control over it . I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t fall for her . Do you really think that I am happy that the both of us are falling apart do you think that it is what I really want for kusele . The things that you make be say are just crazy and I hate them . You know exactly what I hate the most maybe of you have befn mist observant enough , you will be able to see that k don’t want to lose her .

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?

“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.”

"Why do you treat me like this? If you don't like me, why give me hope? Why touch me? I hate you, I really hate you...!" ***

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”