My Love My Hatred Full Novelas e Histórias

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.

Once, when I called him during one of those trips, I heard a man’s voice shout through the phone, laughing, “Calling your little girlfriend again? Is that why you dragged me to shop for dresses? I swear, Mr. Draycott—you’re the first man bold enough to take me shopping. But I respect that. That’s love!” I don’t remember what came after that. But that line stuck. Do I hate Kaelen for what he did? For rejecting me? No. But do I still love him…? I shook my head. Focused on the packing. … The next morning, I got up early. Finished everything I hadn’t the night before. Stacked the boxes. Then sat and waited for the moving company to arrive. Just as I opened my door to step out, Kaelen opened his.

I had seen what tore us apart but I find myself asking, "How do I know if I'm making a mistake or not?" "I can't answer that question for you. Only you can. You just have to figure out if you love her more than you hate her." Louis stretches his arms out as Joey hugs him around his waist, placing a kiss on his cheek. I feel like I'm intruding and third wheeling right now. Taking a sip from my glass, my mind runs around the same question over and over again. How do I know if my love for Celestine is greater than my hate for her?

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

A hatred I have inherited, she is the reason for everything bad that has happened to me and my family, I can’t wait to meet her and watch her as she takes her last breath. I stared down at Valentina, she looked frail. I can kill her now before she becomes that girl that breaks my heart in to countless pieces. I can kill her now before she becomes the end of me. I picked up the pillow next to her and held it a few inches from her face. “I have to do this or it might be me laying in a pool of my own blood soon.” I whispered, trying to motivate myself as I moved the pillow closer. “A cold blooded devil like yourself is incapable of love and affection. Anger and hatred is all you know Diego.” I

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

She seems calm now! " Are you feeling cold?" I asked. She nods her head in a sign of no. " Alright so tell me what's the Quam?" I asked. " You will not understand!" " Just try!" " I hate my mother did I tell you?" " Yes!" " So how can I love a boy if hatred for my mother still exists in my heart. If am able to feel hatred for the person who brought me to life, how can I love another one? That's why I can't be in love with you!" She said sadly while bending her head.

His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “I love how miserable you are with me.” My jaw clenched. “Knowing you’ll never be with Everett,” he added softly. I squeezed my eyes shut, fists curling tight against the sheets to keep myself from turning around and punching him square in the nose. I hated him. So much. It shocked me that I was capable of such an amount of hatred. I hated the bed, the room, the house. Hated the way my life felt like a trap I’d built for myself and then willingly stepped into. But beneath the hatred, something else stirred, cold and calculating.

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.