My Love My Hatred Full Novels & Stories

“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.”

hearing this my stomach flipped. " By getting hate you feel butterflies?" I asked. " So contradictory," I chuckled. " Don't underestimate my feelings even if you slap me I will take them by thinking you touched me anyhow. And here is your feelings then even I am satisfied with hatred of yours because for me your any feelings matters. Either love or hate , at least you feel something for me that matters," he replied. " Then stay satisfied with my hatred because you aren't gonna get my love or forgiveness in this birth," I replied arrogantly, fuming in anger.

"Farhan hates you...Preeti hates you and last but not least...your dear Eyshana hates you too, more than you can ever imagine" "NOO...SHE DOESN'T HATE ME...SHE LOVES ME...SHE FUCKING LOVES ME...DID YOU HEAR ME...SHE LOVES ME" I roared not accepting the fact that she hates me. Rage...anger...resentment hit me like a powerful hurricane, swirling all my emotions, blending them together creating this extreme intensified state of emotion awakening in me as I raised my fist and slammed it right into the mirror smashing it into pieces.

Staring at Thane, it was at thy moment that I realized that love could indeed turned to hatred. Everything that I felt for him had changed to hatred, if only I could rip his heart out and slit her throat, I hated him, I hated all that he put me through, I hated that he made me go crazy and act foolish because of his rejection. He did all that to me and yet still asked that I be killed. It was the last drop for me and I knew that, He was completely lost in this quest for power. ‘I swear to kill you Thane Anthra and Darla, if it would be the last thing I do’

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

“When I was a child, Danny I thought that everyone had a good heart,” I laughed at my thoughts, and a tear rolled down my cheek at the same time, it was almost scary how I had chances from that carefree Danielle to this volcano. It felt like I was going to explode at any moment, I had never felt this emotion in my entire life and it had never been so intense. This feeling of anger and hatred. Negative feelings were very strong. Most times they can even be blinder than love. Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone.

I held my daughter, the light of my life, and let the hatred take root where the love once was. I hated Julian more than anything else.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted