روايات وقصص ضمن My Love My Hatred Full

I loved him far fucking too much to hate him. ____ A. Gupta

, said Abhay. “You lost your humanity with your memory too. You actually don’t deserve my love ABHAY MEHRA. Get out right now I don’t want to see you. You truly disgust me, OUT NOW.”, Emily said in pure hatred. Her hate was showing in her eyes. Abhay felt knife passing through his heart when he saw hate in her eyes for him. He didn’t know what to say, he turned around and left the ward.

I spoke as loudly and clearly as I could. "I'm not overestimating myself. You, on the other hand, are underestimating her. She's the exact opposite of you. She's full of love. Even the hatred in her eyes was derived from love." Again? That love versus hatred talk again?! "Love always triumphs over its rival, Luke. We can't exist in this world without love. It's a miracle for someone like you who's so full of hatred to make it this far. Now it's time for you to do the right thing. Do it..."

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Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

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

He dropped his weight low, planting his feet, trying to pivot out of my hold. He was fast. Clean. Trained. But not faster than me. I slammed him again. Harder. A picture frame crashed beside us, glass exploding like gunfire. "LIAM!" he roared. My hand didn't let go. But it trembled now. Not from weakness. From restraint. I looked at him. Through him. But all I could see was her. Her face. Her eyes. Her voice. "I hate you with all my heart. And that hatred won't leave even if I die."

Something crackling. And fuck—I hate it. I hate Isla Moreau.

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.