Loving You Hating You Novels & Stories

Feeling the flame of jealousy burning in the pit of my stomach "Oh please, I can't take this anymore, what would you have me do? You call me a slut and all sought of mean things to me, you refused me hanging out with anyone and even took my job away from me, and even when my body reacts even to your own touch you're still angry with me, hear me, I do not want to love you, I hate that I love you, I tell myself plenty of times to quench any feelings I have for you but my heart just won't listen to me, you're the devil himself and I hate you", tears streamed down her cheeks as she ranted and I allowed her to rant, my brain couldn't process anything farther than her statement of, "I hate that I

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

she whispered to the empty air. She thought back to those two nights with Thomas. They should have been sacred—moments of deep connection in a stressful world. But they were tainted by his “disgust”. If he had been talking to a neighbor about his experience then every "I love you" he’d uttered afterward was a lie, a performance. He hadn't just cheated on her; he had been auditioning for a better life while she paid the entry f*e.

I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

He shrugs, “If you want to put it that way, sure.” “What do you mean ‘sure’? It’s either you love me or you hate me. You can’t feel both at the same time.” Looking up again, he is definitely serious with what he’s about to say, “I hate that you don’t want us, I hate that you would always treat me as if I’m less, but that doesn’t mean I can erase my love for you just like that. I loved you with all my heart when we were together, I love you still, Soph.”

“You think you’re that valuable. I can easily dispose of you!” “I can easily dispose of you too. Now it’s all coming together – I never really loved you. I thought I did. I felt we were fated mates and so, I should be with you. I was desperate for an Alpha male in my life not knowing you were going to be worse than a vagabond. Time truly tells. I feel nothing but hatred. I hate you!” “I hate you too!” “I hate you more than death!” “I just wish I could kill you!”

Then, unexpectedly, his voice sliced through the silence like a knife. 'You're too pretty for all this,' he sneered, his words dripping with disdain. 'Why don't you let me show you a better way? You could make some serious cash, not the scraps they throw your way here,' he smirked. Blinded by rage, I unleashed a fury I didn't know I possessed, slamming his face against the unyielding surface of the table. ''I've had enough of this,' I seethed, my voice trembling with anger. 'So, you have a choice: the easy way or the hard way?' I demanded, punctuating my words with a forceful blow to his face."

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.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,