My First Love Hate Novels & Stories

They touched without words, through looks and small smiles only understood by hearts in love. *_"

No, that was just too much. "I hate him. I hate him for crushing my heart. I hate him because, before the abuse, before the cruel words, before all the hatred - when I was pure and untouched by the horrors of life - I loved him. He's my father, he's the first man I loved, and he wasn't supposed to be the one to break my heart - to break me." She sniffled, splotches of scorching hot tears threaten to spill out.

“Oh, honey. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, watching you navigate your first taste of love was sweet. I’m just surprised you two are at such odds now.” “You shouldn’t, actually, because Stefano has always shown his detest for me since we were younger. And it’s not like I can’t stand him,” I mumble into my palms. “He just gets under my skin and pushes all my buttons.” I peek at her through my fingers. “But I don’t know if I’d call it love. I was so young then.” “First love leaves an impression, trust me. But I’m sure you’ll work it out. I hardly believe he actually hates you. Just don’t let him get the best of you. Rise above it and keep doing your best work.”

at last I whined "Why!??? Just love me instead" She chuckled and pulled my cheeks before passing by to arrange the plates "Love is hard"I whined again "No Love is taking risks..and here,I've taken the risk that maybe he might love me..or I'd never be loved..that's it" I rubbed my temples .."that's even more complicated" She laughed.."you Know love begins with hate..if you hate someone so much..that you can't stand them..it's love"

said Camellia's heart, trying to revive the hatred that had been growing within her. Love and hate are sometimes only slightly different, in fact there is almost no boundary between the two. Someone who initially really loves, can turn in an instant to hate. On the other hand, those who hate too much can turn back into love. The first phase has been passed by Camellia, who at first she really loved Crish, now she hates that man. Don't let everything change again.

It was definitely love for me, but it seems it wasn't the same for him. Family? I muttered as I rested behind a rock, my legs hurting so hard and begging not to be used aimlessly. A word I never knew I would come to hate so much. In what way have I done anything wrong? First love? True love? It's all a sham. Never believe that if you were told, never again. I wanted to find and murder that one person who had said from the start that first love doesn't work out. I believe that one person is the cause of my misfortune now.

They didn't know our deep our hate was for each other. After my mother's death, I went to London and tried to forget Daksh. Sometimes, Ana talks to me about his brother, but I strictly told her that I didn't want to hear his name. However, sometimes his image pops in TV or magazine. Media portraits how much playboy he is. Huff! I hate him but little did I know I can never hate him because he is my first true love. I never want to work in his company, but I don't want to insult Akash uncle. That's the reason I agreed to work here.

It was Liora Hunt. For a moment, he simply stared at her face. But he had no recollection of her face. His memories of her were hazy. “The girl in that picture is your son's sweetheart, his precious first love whom he chased for years.” Bryan's smile widened. “Just like that year, my boy got her in bed in just two weeks.” He burst into laughter. “Two fucking weeks. She was way too easy.” Slade's fingers tightened around the photograph. “Just like Harriet, my son will use her like trash and toss her to the bin. Hahahaha. Hahahaha.”

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

Within weeks, they were inseparable. Three months in, she thought, her throat tightening. The first "I love you." It had slipped out of him while they were making dinner, seemingly so spontaneous, so raw. How could that have been fake? Was he really that good an actor, or was I just that good an audience?