Love Turns To Hatred Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to spill blood and call it love.” Ava’s expression cracked. For the first time since this nightmare began— She looked hurt. Not angry. Destroyed. “I loved him first,” she whispered. The room fell silent again. Kai closed his eyes briefly like the words physically wounded him. But Alan didn’t move. Didn’t soften. “Love doesn’t look like this,” he said coldly. Ava’s eyes slowly shifted toward me. And the hatred inside them nearly stopped my heart. “This is your fault,” she whispered.

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

For a movement, I thought this was a bad question but soon he relaxed and gave me his blue stare. "My hatred for her is more than the love I felt." He muttered under his breath, looking at a certain distance like he was reliving the memory. Love was love. What made him hate her so much? Was that the reason that she killed our unborn children? Lucifer didn't love me at that time? Then why? "So, you are admitting that love is still there, overpowered by your hatred," I mumbled. He didn't look at me, instead of squeezed my hand before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Antonio thought this was the best revenge against Soren—being hated by the woman he loved. However, he still did not want Soren to have it easy. Antonio ordered his men to place items left behind by William and Isabella next to Soren's ashes. "It's not enough for all of you to face judgment in hell. You have to torture each other in hell and redeem yourselves with the old Don Rossi!" Loving someone meant sharing their hatred. Sophie finally understood that love was not about asking the other person to let go of their hatred. It was to share the burden of their hatred.

Nate asked. "It's so hard to explain but the other day when we were held captives by the witches one of them insinuated that she and Tessa had a deal, you know how much I hate it when someone tries to use magic on me, I got this feeling that that was exactly what she did to get to me. I've been wondering why I could make such a hasty decision,’ Logan explained. "But why do you suddenly hate the witches, your first and last love are witches," Nate said.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

Did you ever felt hatred from the person you love. Did you ever hided flowing tears within yourself while acting normal infront of everyone.... The blooming of love from hatred is it possible.... The love from many hurdles will it have a happy ending.... Viranica : I love you prince Karthik : did you ever know what is meant by love playgirl like you never liable for love Viranica : didn't you ever feel love in my words Karthik : I feel only disgusted of you Viranica : my love is true for you

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

I immediately wrapped my arms around him, “I knew you would come to your senses. I knew you would choose me over her.” “Get the hell off me” he pushed me down to the ground. I could see the hatred in his eyes, this was the same man who claimed to love me for three years, the same man I was to be consummated with. Now he treats me like I disgusted him. How could love turn so easily to hate, could he have hated me all these while but hid it so perfectly.