Loving You Hating You Novels & Stories

He can never be mine, I have known that a long time ago. Sometimes, I hate that the heart is persistent and very hopeful. I hate that it can endure pain and can love deeply without expecting in return. That love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and in my case, it's a volatile mix. I hate him with a passion. I hate that I'm so easily affected no matter how hard I try not to. I hate that things don't always go the way we want them to be and I hate that this love is so strong, patient and selfless. But I guess, I hate myself more for keep on loving him for all these years.

But it seems like It also won't go away either. Feeling used, But I'm still missing you, And I can't see the end of this, Just want to feel your kiss against my lips, And now all this time is passing by, But I still can't seem to tell you why, It hurt me every time I see you, Realize how much I need you, I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, Don't want to but I can't put anybody else above you, I hate you, I love you,

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

I heard the door opening so I made my way back to the lobby, still focusing on the lyrics of the song. My jaw dropped to the floor and my heart started to pound rapidly when I saw the person who was standing at the doorway. No way in hell!! No, no. It shouldn't be happening. 'It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

he called as he walked in "What do you want?" "I was worried" he said "Why will you be worried? You probably hate me" I said "Why will I ever hate you?" he asked "Well I said..... I said horrible things to you" "If only I could really hate you Brianna, that would have been great because I know you can never love me as I love you and it's probably best to hate you but I can't, I can't bring myself to hate you" he said "You......you love me?" I stuttered

I said out loud, my voice cracking right down the middle as I tossed the stone into the dirt. God, I hated him. I hated him so much in this second. I hated his face, I hated his hoodie sweater, I hated the way he looked at Alex, I hated the way he made me feel like I was losing my damn mind. I hate you, I thought, pulling my knees up toward my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs as a sudden, brutal wave of heat hit the back of my throat. I hate you so much. And I love you. God help me, I love you so much it's killing me.