Love Turns To Hatred Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest twisting into something darker. Love had turned to hatred. And I was ready to burn everything to the ground.

I cried tears streaming down. "Xander, let go of me; I can't stand you. I don't love you anymore." I said again like I was reminding myself. Did I stop loving him? That was a question I didn't know the answer to. My love for Xander turned into hatred over the years. After all, there was a thin line between love and hatred. "I am sorry I made you suffer, please don't say I should stop because I can't." He swore, his hands firm. I struggled to get out of his arms, kicking and scratching him, but he didn't bulge in the slightest bit.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

Her fists clenched tightly and she resisted the urge to punch him right on the face. A small smirk slowly appeared on his plump lips. He liked the woman in front of him. She yelled. He loved her audacity. Nobody till now even tried to mess with him, aware of his criminal history but this woman yelled on his face, showing a pure hatred for him inside her smokey eyes. Yes, no doubt she started hating the killer who harassed her every night. But her hatred increased towards him when the person turned out to be her own patient. This is how humans show their gratitude? No, this is how he shows his gratitude.

I hoped he do not think of me as a nerd. Jake opened the door and I entered the front seat, "thank you, " I muttered and he shut the door. He entered the car and I stared at him. He was almost driving away when he turned to me looking at me. "Oh my!" I thought, "he's staring at me. I guess I look so beautiful with all the red spots gone. Is he starting to like me? He can't stop staring at me." My heart started to race fast, my palms were getting sweaty.

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

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

Guy, u Dey fear heartbreak" Finn teased "Fear?, I just don't see the point, the only lady I've ever loved and still love and will still continue loving is my mum, she is my only woman and the perfect one, but since her demise from the earth, have never loved and my heart will never long for anybody else, my mother changed me, she was just the perfect woman I've ever known , even my dad can never, ever fall in love with another lady or woman again I trust that nigga, not going to disgrace me by bringing one fool home in replacement of my mum, cause he knows no woman can ever be my mum, a woman full of achievements, humble, naturally endowed, best wife material, intellectually sound, ambitio

"I don't want to do this here. Don't make a scene." Stunned by the coldness in his voice, Lily turned and walked out into the cool night air. She stood on the sidewalk, breathing hard. How did I ever think this was love? Minutes later, she marched back inside, the anger finally overriding the grief. She found Thomas at the table, his arms draped around the young woman, "teaching" her the proper bridge for a shot. "Thomas, explain this," Lily demanded, her voice ringing out over the jukebox. "Why did you ask me to come here just to humiliate me?"

Instead, she felt nothing other—just as she saved the recording to her phone and began the transfer to her google drive—than a growing resent to the woman she could not help but love. She felt it boil and overspill inside of her, a hatred that grew where affection managed to still remain. The waters of her regard were left at unrest—frothing, brewing, baking, blistering... Genevieve felt the pair of states at conflict; the love and the hatred— To Mona Smith.