Loving You Hating You Novels & Stories

my dad said and broke my chain of thoughts. "But dad... I know grandpa and grandma is so fond of her. But it's absolutely absurd to marry just for that" I told him now frustrated. "As I said, know her better ok?" Was my dad’s only advice before he left. Shit! How can I get out this sham. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage or you could say I don’t want be in any kind of marriage. My mind has stoped work and I feeling like I am being dragged into this hell hole which has no way out.Through all this chaos, only one person can help me.I grab my phone from my suit pocket and dial my trusted friend Xavier.

His anger fueled his words, his resentments laid bare in raw, painful clarity "I hate you for not having enough faith in me to stick around and wait for me to wake up! I hate you for killing me by disappearing from my life and running away from what we had! I hate you for driving me to madness with worry, not knowing whether you were alive, sick, suffering, or damn dead! I hate you for almost causing me to lose you again by recklessly endangering your own life and shooting yourself! But most of all...I hate you for making me crazy enough to still love you despite everything!" His voice echoed through the room, laden with pain and anger, but beneath it all was an undeniable thread of love. It

The emotionless mask I had tried so hard to wear was entirely gone, shattered into sharp, jagged pieces that were cutting us both. I buried my face in the crook of his neck. I needed to hide. From him. From myself. My teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to taste copper, hard enough to ground myself because the sheer intensity of loving him and hating him at the exact same time was driving me to absolute madness. “Shut up,” I growled against his skin, my voice a broken, unrecognizable wreck. “Don’t fucking say it.” But my hips didn’t listen to my hatred. They only knew the rhythm of him.

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."

I shook my head. I was too depressed to eat. I turned around, and went to my room. “I am going to end up on the streets for sure, no thanks to that handsome, emerald-eyed jerk, called Phillip Dale!” I thought bitterly. I longed to hate him. I will not let myself down to loving such a disrespectful jerk, but I couldn’t hate him as much as I wanted. Why? Is it because everyone is talking about him? Or because he is too good-looking to be hated? But that's what he deserves.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

"Ethan—" "I hate you for leaving. I hate you for lying. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for making me need you. I hate you for making me want you. I hate you for making me depend on you. I hate you for making me vulnerable. I hate you for making me weak." "Then stop. Stop loving me. Stop needing me. Stop wanting me. Stop depending on me. Stop being vulnerable. Stop being weak."

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

I asked, inching closer too, my voice low, dangerous. “Because you’re trying to hide it,” she said, her eyes not leaving mine. “You hate me to cover it up. You push me away when things get too real. One day you want me, the next, you act like I disgust you. I’m tired of this game, Killian. If you hate me, then hate me. But if you love me… then stop running. Please. Stop doing this to me.” Her voice cracked at the end. And it broke something inside me.

"Did you hear me say I love you?" He was stunned. He seemed to think. Of course, my heart is to the rescue. "I hate you!" I said and hugged my husband tightly. "You hate me?" "Yes." "Why is that?" Kier asked in a confused tone of voice. "Because I've been waiting for a long time for you to tell me that you love me. Then now, you confessed your love for me while you were naked!" "Love me, Fatima. I never stopped loving you. Tell me you love me too."