My Love My Hatred Full Novels & Stories

There is no villain standing between them, no clear face to assign blame to, only a series of actions taken by unseen hands, allowed to fester because neither of them questioned the story they were given, the scenarios they were fed by some bullshit mastermind. “I hated you deeply,” she admits again, softer. He exhales, a sound halfway between a breath and a laugh. “So did I.” The admission should sting, but instead it loosens something inside her. The hatred, she realizes now, had always been brittle, sustained by pain rather than truth. Lance finally sits, choosing the space beside her rather than across the room. The distance between them shrinks instantly, the warmth of his presence impo

The lust and warmth in his eyes completely vanished and began to spread anger and hatred again in his eyes when he heard her hateful words, "Please don't touch me.. I felt as someone is burning my body with fire sticks when you touch me.. I hate your touch.. I just hate you.. I even hate standing in your shady place.. You are so disgusting and cruel.. I hate you raghavan.." The rage in her mind made her to pour out everything.. That moment she did not think a bit about the consequences that she would face because of it.. This is the common denominator among all humans. Everyone would strive to contain their love, hatred, rage, and whatever they feel in their minds for a certain point, but ev

Matvei. Love is something I have never desired—never wanted to feel, not after I lost my brother. That part of me died with him. But hatred? Hatred is different. Hatred is alive. It breathes inside me, sharp and restless. It fuels me so fucking much that I can’t help myself when this monster of a father tries to lay a hand on someone I care about. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. It curled in the air like smoke, laced with the one thing I thrive on—fear.

“Do you really hate me so much? Does hatred come to the Devil so easily?” “Oh, little Mirabelle. Do not underestimate the determination of a man that is scorned. Least of all the fucking Devil, yes. Contrary to what you think, I have a heart, probably, in fact, far bigger than yours. You have hurt me so much that the hate I feel for you consumes everything in my being. But do you know the fucked up thing about all of this, tomorrow I might care about you again? Then I am fucked all over again. So yes, I really do hate you so much.” “You know that hatred only makes the heart bitter.”

Synopsis: "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ____ Prologue 8 years ago everything in my life was great. I had a happy family, lots of love, and everything felt just perfect. But then, out of nowhere, things turned super dark. It happened on a regular day that suddenly felt all wrong.

My nails dig into his skin, my legs close around him. — Say it. He begins to move, each thrust deep, implacable. — Say you love it. Say you love me like this. I shake my head. Tears rise. My body, though, responds. — No… I don't… He stops dead, buried inside me, motionless, cruel. — You're going to say it. Or you'll never come. I look at him. Hatred. Desire. Everything blurs. — I hate you. — That's not what I asked.

How am I going to love you when you want to drown me in your hatred, Ruben? “How could you choose to become her?” “I will find out the reason, and once I do, I will punish you for this.” The words were different, but the hatred was the same. If you could listen to me for once, the only reason I would give was the prayers I released in this universe to be with you, but I forget to ask to make you fall in love with me. Loathing dripping from his expression, asking me to give him a reason. I couldn’t utter the word in pain, only the dishonest tears welled up in my defense. “I will make you regret every moment you spend in this house.” If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, then there would be no love.

"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!"

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my