Loving You Hating You Novels & Stories

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

He lifts his eyes, watching my reaction closely, savoring every tremor he draws from me. “I fucking hate you,” I hiss breathlessly, fingers tightening painfully in his hair, my body arching upward, betraying the anger I’m trying to cling to. “No, you don’t,” he whispers darkly, shifting upward again until his lips hover just over mine, teasing but refusing to fully close the gap. “You hate that you want me. But you don’t hate me.” His breath ghosts across my lips, warm, tempting, torturous. I stare into his eyes, hating the truth that’s reflected back at me. I hate that he’s right, hate that despite everything, I still crave him in ways that tear me apart from the inside out.

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

"Thank you. I'll try slowly, the man is indeed poison. I'm sorry to have known him, I'm sorry I love him, I'm sorry to believe him." Liar. My heart is mocking. What comes out of my mouth, just bullshit! I do not regret loving him. I love him and still hope for him. Suck! Argh, hate and love are like two coins that don't go side by side, otherwise love, yes, hate. Sometimes I hate him, and there are times I love him.

Lauren yelled with a clenched fist. "Loverboy! I gave you my property for just two months and you are holding on to it like it's yours." Lauren turns his face, it's obvious that Lauren is madly in love with Mandy, even though he had told her a thousand times to her face that he hates her, let's say it's love in a coat of hate. "I said I want to see her," Lauren yelled.

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

That being said, what was the answer to his question? “I still hate you, Rayan. And I probably will for the rest of my life.” I declared, looking straight into his eyes, honesty dripping from my breath. “But I’ve learned to love hating you.” I placed my hands over his, still holding my face, and pressed my forehead against his. “And there’s nothing else I want to do more than hate you.” He gave a brief, bitter smile. “I guess it doesn’t get more romantic than that, does it, feisty?”

"So as me. I hate you for making me so crazy over you. I hate you for making my heart keep choosing you though you hurt me so much times. I hate you so much." "I hate you too. I hate you for changing the way I treat others. I hate you how you turn my coldness into warmth. I hate you for being you. I hate you too so much. But Heaven knows how much I love you." Now, let me create my own path. And my own plot.

you felt that, she felt that too. She doesn’t hate you. You guys both think the other person hates you guys, but really you both love each other. If you felt that, she felt that too. She loves you but you say you hate her, so she says she hates you too. Since she says she hates you, you say you hate her too. It’s so fucking obvious. You both love each other. But think the other one hates you guys, so you guys say you hate each other so it’s not weird between the two of you.” I whipped my tears. “She felt it too?” She did, she told me while we were fucking. Fuck. “Askar. Yes, fuck, yes, she loves you. Now get out and run to her.” I gave her a hug, and ran out the door. Once I reached her hou

Just fucking how? “But I can promise you, it still doesn't change the fact that I'm completely irritated by your presence at the moment. Something has blinded me such that I can't stand the sight of you” He spat calmly, as though he didn't just indicate that he hated that he still loved me. My eyes bulged in realization, he didn't hate me for betraying and hurting him, he hated himself for not being able to hate me or hurt me in return despite it. He hated himself for loving me, just as I hated myself for hurting him.