Novel & Cerita My Love My Hatred By Jasmine

Tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't stop. When she saw him push into her—still wearing the same condom he'd used on Nadine—something inside her snapped. "Nolan, I hate you!" He froze. Then he bit down on her lip—hard—until blood spilled. In the pale moonlight, mouth stained red, he leaned in and sneered. "You don't get to say that."

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

Chapter 60: Best Life Jasmine's POV After that night, I realized that Maybe I should forget about the past. But every time I tried how many times, I couldn't. I can't forget how he treated me before. I can't think of a way to forget those days. It's just that he hurt me too much. And that's what makes me can't forgive him. It's just that all of that pain already created hatred in me. Until now, every time I see them, I always feel mad even though they are doing nothing.

Mandy ran her eyes over it, then she remembered everything, that was the place they first met, he stared at the first chair she sat in, which was the very same chair, she sat playing with Noor and right there, was where she met with Lauren and his group, the setting is same but the difference is, Noor and Leah are no longer there. "Lauren!" "Yes, I was going to have a contract right here with you back then, Six months, we should go our separate ways, 'cause I don't love you and you don't love me." "No, you hate me." "I couldn't say I hate you, I was just protecting my heart, so I hide under the shadow of hate, let's call what we have as, love in the coat of hate." "What?" "I was jealous, see

"We watched Vincent grow up. We practically raised him in spirit! He has always been a paragon of respect and propriety! You're projecting!" The live chat spiraled into chaos. [I knew no one would believe her. Who the fuck would?! Dumb bitch deserves this!] [How does it feel to be the most hated woman in the room?] [Am I the only one genuinely worried for Vincent and Stephie? I think their gasps are already weakening…] Jasmine had already broken into tears. She collapsed against the coffin, resting her head and arms on it as she sobbed.

I walked down the stairs, my motion slow and my steps labored. I got to the living room, and found Raymond and Jasmine, standing by the door way. Raymond stood there, his expression quite unexplainable, while Jasmine had a wide smile on her face and her left hand on Raymond's chest. I stood before them, tears streaming down my ears. I looked over at my sister, and i felt pure hatred. I wanted so much as to let her feel the same pain i was feeling right now. I wanted her to experience the hurt she made me go through. My eyes turned to Raymond, i could smell the betrayal. I looked at him, my eyes holding hatred, my eyes holding the pain my heart could not show.

She looked at him and saw the eagerness waiting for her reply. “I need some time to think.” She said, Jacob smiled atleast she did not reject him. “Okay then, take your time. I will wait.” He then kissed her forehead and left with the tea. Outside of the kitchen, two eyes were staring at Jacob’s back and than it turned to the kitchen where Emma was. Martha walked to the kitchen and stared at Emma with hatred in her eyes. Emma who was unaware of her hatred, smiled at her politely and offered her tea. Martha nodded her head and just when Emma was handing her a tea, Martha spilled the hot tea on Emma’s hand and the cup fell on the ground.

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

She hated how he was and how he lied and pretended. "You don't love me. You don't even know anything about love. You are a jerk. A manipulator and a bastard. You raped me. You cheated on me with my best friend and you still had the guts to come up to me and say that you care and you will change?" I loathe you and I regret ever meeting you, knowing you and even falling in love with you!" Jasmine panted as she let out all that she had in her mind. She fell to her feet and started crying. She was hurt.

she always does that each time there's an event in school and she had to attend, she'll bake or cook and serve every dick and Harry in the school, other students look forward to her coming because of that but not him, he'd rather she come without such stuff, Jasmine rolled her eyes, "you might be grown but you're still my baby brother and I'll do what I please with you" "Don't you have college to attend?" He asked looking for an excuse to dissuade her from coming, "our semester is ending pretty soon, I'll be chanced to attend your event" she said and Aires sighed, there's no stopping her, "perhaps, you can introduce your love to me when I come" she said and Aires mind flash to who his love m