My Love My Hatred Full Novels & Stories

Nate asked. "It's so hard to explain but the other day when we were held captives by the witches one of them insinuated that she and Tessa had a deal, you know how much I hate it when someone tries to use magic on me, I got this feeling that that was exactly what she did to get to me. I've been wondering why I could make such a hasty decision,’ Logan explained. "But why do you suddenly hate the witches, your first and last love are witches," Nate said.

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."

I snarled, “I get that you have found her but can you leave me the fuck alone if you don't have the decency to feel sorry for me! For us, Dammit!” He stammered, “You c-can’t–” I yelled, “I don't care what you think, asshole. I can and I will do whatever I want. It's none of your goddamn business!” I hated him… I hated the fact that I couldn't hate him enough to vanquish the love I felt for him. “I hate you so much….” I let out a sob as I started throwing my things into a bag. “You don't e-even k-know me...” he stuttered, more concerned about the hatred I mentioned.

He hates it when I talk to him He hates when am alone He hates it when I talk to others, why does he choose to hate me so much yet smile at almost everyone in school, does my presence irritate him that much? Why can't I be good enough to him? I’ve loved him all these years yet his hatred for me keeps growing stronger every single day. Even when I chose to make friends with others he still hated me, I can't help my tears as they keep pouring. Is it a crime to love Liam? Whatd oes he really want from me?

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?"

I would have saved myself a lot of heartache. “Yes, loving you was a mistake. It almost feels like a curse. Look at me - there’s not much to say about me. There’s not much to me as a person, even. I’ve wasted my life on you. Even though I know you never asked me to, even though I know it’s all my fault, I can’t help the resentment I feel towards you so if you’re curious – if you want to know what’s happened to the love I once had for you, well, it’s not there anymore. All I feel now is hatred.” Hatred and disgust. For myself. For him.

I never knew I will become incomplete in the absence of you. I know our bond is fake but the feelings for you in my heart is true. ♡SRINITHI PARKER♡ I hate you, words are not enough to describe how much I hate you. Ever since you walked into my life, I’ve always been sad and blue with your malicious plan. You took all my family and happiness away from me. You made me the caged bird of yours. Now, I have nothing but hatred from the deepest of my heart.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

And I had to admit that I was scared of him at that point. “You are afraid of me right?” He walked round the table, sitting on the chair across from me. “That’s how it should be. Do you know how much I hate your father, hoping that he perishes alongside his family. But here you are—living like a queen, about to bag the youngest and finest billionaire as your husband. Fuckkk!!” He screamed out in frustration. “Let’s cancel the wedding if that will make you feel better.” I said, remaining glued to my knees.