My Love My Hatred By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Justine had broken down in tears now, sobbing so hard her shoulders shook, “It’s true. Everything you ever thought was true, Jasmine. She is.” Hearing that, Jasmine laughed again, and then sobbed in the same breath, her face twisting with disbelief, as she clawed at her chest while gasping as if her ribcage was too tight for her breaking heart, her voice dropping to a hoarse whisper, “No..No…Justine. It… this can’t…” “She is yours,” she whispered through her sobs, “Your blood… your child. She always was.” Jasmine’s laughter turned into raw sobbing, her tears soaking the hospital gown as her body convulsed with grief, every nerve screaming, as if the weight of twenty-six years of mourning and

Her mother died just because of this bastard she call a father! Mr Williams understand the hatred the girl have for him but he never come to blame her for any of her actions. He deserves everything she was pouring on him. The insults, the rejection, the fight, and the abandonment. Yet, his love was undying for her. His fatherly love was still there. That feeling a father always have for his daughter was still growing in his heart every single moment. He wanted the little girl back in his hands. He wants to cuddle her, hug her and kiss her! But Jasmine's mind was made up. She rather be a beggar than to go back into the Williams mansion! Her heart was heated only by hatred for her father and n

Yasmin suddenly laughed. She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. "Hateful? Let me tell you, I don't regret a thing. If I could do it all over again, I would make the same choices. I love Joseph. I would do anything for him. I would still lie to you, use you, and even ruin you." She slammed her hand against the glass, eyes blazing with madness. "Do you even know what love is, Jayden? You're a cold-blooded, heartless monster. You wouldn't understand it at all."

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

Jasmine stared at Daniel with fear, her gaze trembling. "I warned you before, Jasmine, if you mess with my brother... I won't let it slide." Jasmine fixed a contemptuous glare on Daniel, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred. Daniel's irritation intensified as he couldn't bear Jasmine's expression. "Jasmine! Let me tell you, you belong to me... Even if I don't love you anymore, you are not allowed to fall for someone else..." His voice was thick with menace, yet couldn't hide the hoarseness and the undertone of pleading.

One second he was flirting with my grandmother then the next he was shooting daggers at me with his eyes. "Idiot" I mumbled. Of course he wouldn't know why I was trying to kill him. He unknowingly ruined my life. I hated him for it. "I'll see you soon, beautiful." He said, turning back to my grandmother instantly nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you like. Just don't bring the guns."

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

The night seemed to have fallen fast for the day and the atmosphere was calm unlike other days, or perhaps because it rained. Jessica waved me a goodbye from my balcony. She had helped me packaged my luggage and prepare me for the night, not forgetting to add my favorite meal since it would take a month to return, that's if ever coming back here. I saw Isabelle wiping her tears, which was pretence. She was always crying on any occasion, and Jimmy termed her"queen of tears". I had no clue of what this job entails, since these women claimed it was in line with being a detective. Granny walked up to, since her apartment was the first floor. She held my hand and smiled.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

“I should be. Perhaps if you hadn't come, I would have been living a very good life. The limelight would be on me and I would be known as the daughter of the Rossador family and not you.” “I thought as much. Well, I thought that your period of enjoyment is over and I should come to take what was mine. I let you have them does not mean that you are going to get them forever. It was only a matter of time.” She could feel Jasmine’s hatred for her grow in a thousand and one folds but it's not as if she cared. She can hate on her for all she cares and it isn't going to remove a dime from her. Jasmine chuckled.