My First Love Hate Novels & Stories

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

Perhaps infatuation, since this was my first time feeling something as intense as this. He squeezed my hand, bringing me to the present. “I also didn't know what I felt at first, the moment I looked at you. Just so you know, I don't believe in love at first sight, so I don't really know how to explain the feelings I had because they were mixed. However, I never really harbored any hatred for you, in fact, I deserve to be hated by you instead after everything. I…” he struggled with his words. “... I've never felt this way before. I'm an amateur when it comes to things like this. You remember I just told you earlier I barely understand what love is because I never really experienced it.”

From hate to love. ~THE END~

The entire church was silent as they waited for my first words. I cleared my throat, “To the man standing in front of me right now, I hate you,” I started off, which made the crowd chuckle. “You might all be thinking that I’m joking, but I’m actually serious. You were my first love, my first kiss, my first everything, and even my first heartbreak. I thought that I was done with you. I hated you and vowed that I’d never fall in love with a man like you anymore. But I swallowed those words pretty quickly because even when I hated you, my love for you was still greater. You took all of my firsts, and now I wish that you’d also be my last. We will have good times together. And we’ll also inevita

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

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.

Even in the ambulance, he wouldn't let go of a red silk ribbon clenched in his fist. "Just shove him in like this," Peter muttered. He sighed, eyes dropping to those pale, stubborn hands. "Is it really just hate you feel for her?" Please. Anyone could see it. Nolan was in love with Hailey. The kind of love that wrecks you. He dropped over twenty pounds in a month. His face sharpened, eyes turned ice-cold—like he'd frozen from the inside out. But the part no one saw coming? After he got out, Nolan never mentioned her again.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.