Romans & histoires My Love My Hatred By Jasmine

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

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.

It suits her skin tone so well. I found myself looking at her at random and it pissed me the hell out. I shouldn’t be drawn to her, but I couldn’t just take my eyes off of her. And for every time she smiled at someone else, I felt like breaking the person's face and for every time she had a handshake with someone I could lose my mind. She is mine and mine alone, no one should touch her. Her skin is delicate as a flower. It made my heart drop the other day when I hit her to the wall and I saw she was hurting.

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

There was a shooting again but since I'm feeling broken, sad, I turned it down and my managers must be blowing some fire on their nose and to their mouth. I can't smile on the camera at my situation. I hate you so much Jasper. I hate you for letting me realize that I'm already in love with you without knowing it from the first day. I hate you for breaking me and making me the unusual Cassandra. You made me different but you hurt me in the same strategies. Why did you love Amira that much? Why can't it just be me! Amira's POV "Ouch!!" I hissed when I accidentally bite my touch so hard that the pain lingers around my mouth.

“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.”

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."