Novel & Cerita Love Turns To Hatred

"Love? Do you even understand what that means, Mr. Cook?" He was stunned. "Love is like a sudden wave of hormones. Once they're gone, love will be gone as well." As she spoke, she looked at Xavier. "I used to like him. But when he hurt me over and over again, my love for him turned into hatred. He showed me how miserable I was. I've returned this time to show him that he isn't that great. I wanted to prove I could get him whenever I wanted!" Xavier looked deeply at her. Every word she said felt like a knife stabbing his heart.

I whispered, before shaking my head instantly, "I can't love him-he hates me right? I hate him too- I- am heartless, right? He said that himself. I'm-" I was cut off my Sean, "Stop." He said softly, cupping my face while his thumb were wiping the tears away. "It's okay to be in love, Lea. It's human. So what if you're in love with him? Enzo doesn't hate you and deep down, you know it." "No he does. I saw it in his eyes, they held hatred for me. He called me a liar, a heartless assassin-that's not how you call your loved ones." I scoffed, my voice turning emotionless again. I then diverted my attention to my mother.

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

Before I could react, his forearm drove straight across my throat. My airway disappeared beneath the crushing pressure. I froze. Didn't dare move nor dare fight back. I simply stared at him. I'd never seen this expression before. Never. His eyes burned with something so terrifying it hardly resembled anger anymore. Hatred. Bloodlust. Raw devastation. I never knew Zayden was capable of looking at someone with such complete and utter loathing. His nostrils flared with every ragged breath. His lips trembled violently. Mine were trembling too.

Pure hatred. He had pure hatred for her. When love turns into hatred it does nothing but ignites a fire that cannot be ever extinguished. Megara gulped the lump forming in her throat as a gasp left her lips, tears blurring her sight once again as she clenched her chest tightly. The feeling of her guts getting twisted and crushed had her toes curled in endurance.

A sense of gratitude washed over him as he realized how profoundly she had transformed his life. Once consumed by a deep-rooted hatred, his heart had undergone a remarkable transformation. The journey from loathing to falling deeply in love with the very same woman had been nothing short of extraordinary. It was a testament to the unpredictable and mysterious nature of human emotions. In the beginning, he had allowed anger and resentment to cloud his judgment. The wounds from the past had festered, and he carried them as a burden, unable to move forward. But as fate would have it, life had intertwined their paths in ways he could have never anticipated.

“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.”

She fucking blushed. Alessio smirked at her, "You don't mind me trying to kill you right? You know your granddaughter has been trying to kill me first? I'd like to know why." "She likes to mess with people" grandmother replied in a low voice. I didn't know whether she was shocked from the events or smitten by the man in front of her. "Clearly" Alessio replied, staring at me with a cold look on his face. That man was bipolar. One second he was flirting with my grandmother then the next he was shooting daggers at me with his eyes.

I didn't mean to, but I couldn't stop the laugh that came out. "No, I really don't think he is in love with me. We just have a strong bond. We were all each other had growing up. We both found out we were werewolves and had no one to talk to. No one to show us. Axel changed after I was kidnapped. He blames himself for not protecting me. Now he tries to protect me when I don't need it, just like a brother. He's good, Lanie. Like the best, I could have ever hoped for, for you, my sister. Let him love you, all of you." Lanie sniffed back some tears and ran to me, hugging me tightly.

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and