My First Love Hate Novels & Stories

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

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.

] She yelled in her head but she didn't let it out. "No Dad, he did not hurt me," Rose let out, smiling bitterly. "Oh! That's what happened?" her father said. "I think someone is paranoid here, afraid that what he has done when he was young another person will do it to his daughter. Karma can be so lovely occasionally" Rose's mother said with an innocent face. ["You..."] he exclaimed inwardly. "Darling you know you're my everything and that I have loved you since day one. It was love at first sight for me and I have never looked away since then, not now, never." her father said confidently while puffing out his chest and giving Rose a wink.

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

Even if she hated him to the bone now, it was only because she had loved him so much and so deep. This mixed feeling of love and hate could really torture someone to death. How Rainie hoped that Mango could just lose her memory, or that she could get over him completely. At least, she would not have been this painful. However, no one could help her with this kind of thing, and one could only get over it by themselves. Rainie gently let go of Mango's arm and whispered, "If there is anything you need, just let me know at any time. You know, no matter what you do, I will support you."

____________________ ~ 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

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.”

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

I felt only a profound, hollowed-out pity—the kind you reserve for a machine that has forgotten how to be efficient. "I’ve already processed the file, Kael," I whispered. My voice was a ruined vibration, stripped of the serrated edge of my hate. "The river. The betrayal. The square." I lifted my right hand—the one he was clinging to—and gently, clinically, smoothed the hair from his forehead. It was the touch of a doctor, not a lover. "I don't hate you anymore," I said, my voice as still as the stone in my marrow. "It’s... it’s all gone. The fire that kept me standing in the New York winters? The reason I fought you at the river? It’s ash."

Michelle My mother and my sister often make me really mad, and Brian is no different. They accused me of getting fired without even giving me a chance to share my side of the story, which, honestly, I should be used to by now. My mother has never taken my side on anything; I was always the problem simply because I look like my father. I barely remember him, since he left us a long time ago when I was just four years old. His leaving has left a deep mark on my life. My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him.