Love Turns To Hatred Novels & Stories

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

Thea We went from strangers to secret admirers then to enemies. From enemies to lovers and now we were back to being enemies. It started with lust then to anger, we transitioned to love and now we were at the point of hate. He loved me but hated me and I loved him but was angry at him for pulling the trigger on an innocent man.

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?

My mother voiced to me one night after we had dinner. I nodded fully well knowing that her step brother lusted after her so much that he raped her, and when he was done sleeping with her that day, his whole lust and affection got replaced with severe hatred towards Tamar… “Well that's what happens when love isn't there in the first place, if he loved her he would have dealt with his lust and not afflicted her with such pain!” My mother clarified. The moment I realised that I couldn't find anything in Harry's eyes after I let him have me, I instantly remembered Tamar…and I feel exactly the same hatred her step brother had towards her from Harry to me…

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?”

Is it so bad to want that feeling back? There's something about him, something different. I'm starting to believe that our love is dissipating the hatred in his heart, that it's capable of healing the wound that revenge has left. Not to mention seeing him vulnerable, knowing how much he loved his mother and how they took her away. It's something that would move anyone. I still believe that all that hatred, all that pain, was because of his grandmother and her lies.

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

“You are my home, and I found out the truth when I visited Italy with you. Since that time, I couldn’t gather myself to tell you the truth about how much I love you.” Her eyes filled with tears as her love for him transformed into a deep-seated hatred. She couldn’t kill him for his sins, but she knew she would carry the burden of that hatred for the rest of her life. The truth had torn them apart, leaving scars that would never truly heal. “I have loved you more than you could ever imagine,” Samson murmured, his voice heavy with regret and sorrow. But Margarita’s heart had turned to stone, numbed by the pain and betrayal she had endured. The love she once felt for him had been eclipsed by th

I spent so much time here with love and care and now it's going to be for them, it's just the matter of the time. Can't help but feel hatred toward our new partners. If they weren't so greedy so eager to buy my shares or if they didn't give an offer to my father wouldn't sell my share. Soon they left I was about to leave when my father calls me. I shiver at his tune. I stay where I was. Closing my eyes hoping it will end soon. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanks me back and then slaps me across my face. "I told you to behave but what did you do? You pretend to be sad and lost in your world all over again. How much attention do you need?" He punches me in my stomach and pushes me on t

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...