My Love My Hatred By Jasmine Novels & Stories

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.”

"I'm not that short." Truthfully, she wasn't. But Liam was taller than her so that automatically made her short. Her height was perfect. With dark brown hair, dark eyes and the most gorgeous skin tone you could ever imagine, Jasmine was beautiful. But Liam was not going to admit that. At least, not in such situations. "You know what," Jasmine sat. "I hate you." "Mhm mhm," Liam finally dropped the bowl of popcorn. "So what are we watching?" "I don't know," Jas huffed. "Shall we rewatch home alone?"

I looked at her. All the cold fury, all the trapped rage from Eric’s house, from my father’s betrayal, from the auction block, from Lucas’s possessive hands—it all gathered in my eyes. My green eyes, which I knew could look soft, turned hard as emerald stone. I let her see it. Every ounce of hatred, every promise of violence I’d learned in silence. Jasmine saw it. Her triumphant sneer faltered. The arrogance in her black eyes flickered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. She took a tiny, involuntary step back.

Jasmine raised her eyes and stared angrily, and then in one stroke, she released her hair from him and said, "Are you a human or an animal? You hate your own granddaughter; after all, what has that innocent girl done to you?" "You don't need to know this. Tell me the work I have given you, will you complete that work or not?" Daniel Varghese asked Jasmine. Jasmine confidently said no to him; she had already thought that she would refuse this man's work because she did not think that Ryle was a boy because her every action was like a girl, and then how could a small girl of four years act to be a girl and then Jasmine also refused because Daniel Varghese is a very narrow-minded man who does n

I'd rather not keep count. Jasper.... Jasper is a topic I'd rather avoid. I despise him, and the feeling only intensifies with time. From the moment I saw his photo, a spark of hatred aroused within me. When I finally met him in person, his squirmy demeanor and brooding expression in his uniform and backpack only powered my animosity. I recall the countless times I bullied him: dumping smoothies on his head, sending him on errands, grabbing his shoulder-length hair, locking him in classrooms and bathrooms, and forcing him to carry my books. Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him.

" Her question was stammered out. "I despise her to the utmost!" Once more, Jasmine yelled out. "Why...why?? Piper has the kindest spirit of all... a kind and gentle spirit...... "This is precisely why I despise her!! Because of this, I despise her. Because you have feelings for her, a greater amount than I do! I despise her due to the fact that the man I adore is also infatuated with her!!!! I despise every single thing regarding her!!!!!!!! I've been pretending to be her friend, but I just can't do that anymore!!! I'm sorry!" Jasmine yelled, and Flora responded by landing a punch in her mouth, which bled profusely the moment it was opened.

He was not one to be manipulated. Nevertheless, I asked her the question, gently trailing my hands over her freshly weaved dark hair “Why are you crying?” “You are the one who made me cry. I hate you Marie” came the tearful response. There was less fire in her tone but the words were definitely saying her heart, her tears must have drained her of her energy. I thought shaking my head in fake pity. “The feeling is mutual dear. I hate you too” I deadpanned. Her dark eyes glared at me this time, chest heaving, she pulled herself to a standing position. I did the same, straightening my skirt

she spat venomously. "Why do you harbor such hatred for me, Jasmine? I have never wronged you merely by existing. How can you detest me for the simple fact that I have done nothing to harm you?" I pleaded, seeking understanding amidst the chaos. "How can you dismiss it as nothing? Ever since you entered our lives, you have been nothing short of an agonizing thorn in my side. You possess powers while I am left empty-handed," Jasmine retorted. "Though I possess these powers, I have never employed them against you. Why can't you let me be?" I implored, hoping for a glimmer of empathy.

I kissed her slightly on the lips, then I walked out of the room quietly. I head to my new room, which is with Jasmine, and as I head there, my irritation grows. I definitely don’t love her; she was just a tool I used to make Lillian jealous, and I regret doing that so badly. I shouldn’t have done that to someone I claim to love, and Jasmine is literally not royalty. She lacks etiquette, and her love of material things is irritating. I want this, I want that. Lillian might not know this, but in the span of three years, Jasmine had gotten five maids killed because of her anger. She is a terrible mother to Darius, and I am stuck with her because now she is pregnant and her whining has become s