My Love My Hatred Novel By Jasmine Novels & Stories

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

And while she rotted in a cell… who would pay for her mother’s surgery? Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Jasmine said nothing more. Just eyed them with sour eyes. She had never met two people as twisted as them. And the worst part was, she actually loved them, actually believed they loved her. The Perfume competition was in a matter of hours, and Antonio didn't have the energy to argue with Jasmine. He didn't even consider it in his best interest anyway, "Jas, please forget about your petty Jealousy–”

Oh, to make sure you don't pull any more dirty tricks, I recorded what you said just now. "Shut up, bitch!" Jasmine became hysterical all of a sudden. Even by looking at the phone, I could imagine the maddened face she had now. The fact that I recorded what she said must have triggered her a lot. "This is a conversation between Colin and me. Stay out of it. "Bitch, if it weren't because of your nasty tricks, Colin would've noticed me! You're a bitch, a scumbag, and a whore!" Jasmine's voice was shrill so I had to distance myself from the phone to save my eardrums from her vocal assault. She truly hated me a lot. But what did I do to deserve the hatred?

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

Charlotte slammed her glass on the table too loudly, her eyes mirroring the same hatred that Jasmine felt. This was what they had in common, Jasmine realized as she downed her glass—their shared burning hatred for Scarlet Scott. “I thought we would have destroyed her by now,” Charlotte whispered, her hands trembling in rage. Jasmine rolled her eyes, trying not to focus on Scarlet’s smiling face on the screen. “She’s like a cockroach that refuses to die, always acting like she is above us.” Charlotte scoffed irritably, “do you know she even rejected my apology?” “What?” Jasmine exclaimed.

Jasmine yelled as Emily backed away. Jasmine noticed her daughter's blue eyes on the woman in the room. She blocked her view, her eyes holding Cirilla's blue ones. Only heaven knew how much she hated those gazes. Staring at Cirilla felt like staring at the blue eyes of her worst enemy, the bitch who ruined her life and every chance of the happiness she would have had. She hated her so much that she couldn't keep the hatred locked up in the well of her heart throughout past years. Her only hope and consolation in everything was that bitch would be more miserable than she was. Jasmine's lips parted to speak when her eyes noticed the bloody state of her daughter.

She looked at him and saw the eagerness waiting for her reply. “I need some time to think.” She said, Jacob smiled atleast she did not reject him. “Okay then, take your time. I will wait.” He then kissed her forehead and left with the tea. Outside of the kitchen, two eyes were staring at Jacob’s back and than it turned to the kitchen where Emma was. Martha walked to the kitchen and stared at Emma with hatred in her eyes. Emma who was unaware of her hatred, smiled at her politely and offered her tea. Martha nodded her head and just when Emma was handing her a tea, Martha spilled the hot tea on Emma’s hand and the cup fell on the ground.

she shouted. Mr. Hawthorne approached Jasmine, gripping both of her shoulders tightly. He stared directly into her eyes, which were already brimming with tears. "Wake up, Jasmine, they’ve made you suffer! They’ve hurt you both physically and mentally! How can you still want freedom for them?" Jasmine pushed Mr. Hawthorne away until his grip on her shoulders loosened. No tears went unshed, sadness and anger flowed so strongly within her. With her chest feeling tight, she struggled to release the burden crushing her. "You’re right!" she hissed, her voice full of desperation and suppressed hatred. "I should repay them for their cruel treatment of me, using you as my weapon to get revenge."

“You are mine.” “I hate you,” Jasmine hissed. “That’s such a harsh thing to say to someone you just shared a kiss with,” I replied, shifting my gaze toward the window. “It’s a shame you have to deal with me now.”

Jasmine spoke in a trembling voice with moistened eyes. "I don't need your apologies. I just hope that you people won't appear in front of me and do not force me. When I see you all, I would recall all these horrible things. I feel an urge to murder, you know? I really do, I can't even control myself." Jason chuckled at Jasmine. "So, don't tell me about any hardships you have. Your so-called hardships can never erase the suffering and hatred in my heart." Jason grinned. If he had not encountered that mystical experience, his life might have been even more miserable.