My First Love Hate Novels & Stories

“ What? No. Not at all, it would be called off, Parker. We can't go ahead with it, can't you understand? I really love Caryn and I want her in my life.” Tears filled her eyes as she stopped the little whimpers from escaping. She had been eavesdropping on the duo. It was heartbreaking to see he no longer felt the love he had felt before. She had heard it all and seen it all but the most intriguing thing was she never seized loving him. As her hate grew each second so did her love for him. The truth was she would never be able to hate Nathan, she wasn't meant to from the start. He was her first love. The first man to sweep her off her feet and she had her mind made up about this. He would stop

Persephone Adelard hates you! She could not hate me. If I could not hate her despite all she had done to me, there was no way for her to hate me. When I thought of her, I got angry and wished I could hit her but it was not because I hated her. It was not unexpected for me to be angry and frustrated with her since she kept acting out but it did not mean I hated her. It was the same for her. Although she held a long grudge, she could not hate me. It was impossible for her to hate me. What was it that people said about first love? I was her first love so I was her forever love.

“Albeit I expected something new, something different came out entirely. Looking at your face, I was not looking at the same girl I met and was once obsessed with three years ago, rather at the lady that broke me. Aversion like I have never felt before grew in my heart and the need to make you suffer conquered the need to show my deceased love for you.” “I would went on battling with the thought you’re not my dead fiancé and rather the beautiful young girl I met, and then it hits me. I’m trying to fall in love when my first time didn’t exactly end well, the second, third, all I have been without love does not fit in a happy ending even. So I decide to hate you instead, however the hatred, th

I heard myself say trying so hard to stop myself from sobbing out loud but ended up failing miserably. " Yes you did....but you should also know this takes processes, you should not be too hard on yourself and ensure to take your time to heal.... cause I bet that the feelings you have does not just go away like that...... accustomed with the fact that you also loved him right?" I heard her start as she took a stop to look at me, obviously trying to understand if I had processed what she has said to me earlier on " I do not know how I made myself fall in love with such a wicked manipulative asshole....I mean there are others right, why did have to be him in particular?" I hear myself continue

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

“Don’t hate me.” My heart skipped violently, butterflies scattering in my belly. His words unraveled something inside me. I closed my eyes and finally kissed him back. How could I ever hate this man? ‘I don’t think even if I wanted to hate him it was no longer possible. How could I hate the one I had fallen in love with long before I even realized it?

He turns to me, eyes wide but I keep going. “The first time we were trapped? I’ve been in love with you since then. Followed by the thunderstorm, the candle, the inch between our mouths. I felt it then, all of it. The pull, the want, the fear. I hated you for it. Hated that you made me feel something real when everything else was fake.” I look down at the city. “I hated that you really saw me. The broken parts. The scared parts. The parts I tried to hide.”

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 "

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”