Love To Hate You Novels & Stories

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

To avoid giving a reply, I immediately put a spoonful in my mouth and pretended I wasn't in the position to talk because of my food. Dean grabbed my free hand and I looked up at him, still feeling embarrassed, “I love you baby and I will always. It is normal for you to get jealous. That is because you love me, and you are a stingy lover like myself.” He said with some excitement in his voice, and I happily choked again and pushed his hand away. “Fuck you.” I muttered while struggling to swallow.

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

I had seen what tore us apart but I find myself asking, "How do I know if I'm making a mistake or not?" "I can't answer that question for you. Only you can. You just have to figure out if you love her more than you hate her." Louis stretches his arms out as Joey hugs him around his waist, placing a kiss on his cheek. I feel like I'm intruding and third wheeling right now. Taking a sip from my glass, my mind runs around the same question over and over again. How do I know if my love for Celestine is greater than my hate for her?

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

I cut her before she could continue, “She’s not you.” “What?” She asked, as if she didn’t hear me correctly. “She’s… Not… You…” Eirny’s POV: “Why would you even say something like that? She's not me? Shes fucking perfect for you, not me, God I…” He cut me off once again, “Tell me you hate me.” As if he could read my mind. “Tell me you hate me for loving you, for hating you. Just tell me you hate me.” He looked deeply into my eyes, as the words formed off his circular lips. “I hate you,” I broke out, the words coming out as a caress. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” I spoke as if it was an enchantment. A word against what I actually feel. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” He kisses m