My Love My Hatred Novel By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine turned her face to the other side of the wall, away from Mia who stood at the entrance of the door crying. She didn't want to see her tears anymore, she didn't want to behold her lamenting face. "I love you Jasmine Jaiswal" the voice echoed in her head. The voice she was beginning to dread. "I love you Jasmine Jaiswal" she heard again and this time she couldn't control the tears that began to cloud her eyes yet again. If only she hadn't believed that voice five years ago. --------------------- "Are you going to sit down there and let him treat you like shit?" Marshall Yugo asked.

Why would I ever marry a bankrupt nobody who owes money to loan sharks? He grew increasingly unrestrained while speaking, his tie slipping out of place as years of pent-up hatred surged out of him. Mom's back slouched further, a look of confusion crossing her clouded eyes. “You hate Jasmine? How could you possibly hate Jasmine when she was the one who gave her heart to you?"

The night seemed to have fallen fast for the day and the atmosphere was calm unlike other days, or perhaps because it rained. Jessica waved me a goodbye from my balcony. She had helped me packaged my luggage and prepare me for the night, not forgetting to add my favorite meal since it would take a month to return, that's if ever coming back here. I saw Isabelle wiping her tears, which was pretence. She was always crying on any occasion, and Jimmy termed her"queen of tears". I had no clue of what this job entails, since these women claimed it was in line with being a detective. Granny walked up to, since her apartment was the first floor. She held my hand and smiled.

My anger was out of control right now and my mind is not completely registering what i am saying to her. "What kind of women are you huh?” She flinched a little hearing this.Good! A reaction, now you know what i am feeling, i thought. ”What did you do for my grandparents for them to like this much that they want you to be their daughter-in-law? I know something is wrong and I will uncover all your facades. And you will regret this. I will make your like a living hell and that's a promise!" I leaned forward so that our faces can be closer to each other. I waned to see the fear on her face but I was wrong. I didn't see any hatred or fear. Instead all i saw is sadness and loneliness in her eyes

Davis growled and there was such deep hatred and annoyance in his voice that, despite herself, even Millicent felt a little bad that Jasmine was hearing that from her own father “Why can't you just be content with what you already have and stop trying to destroy everything you see in front of you?” His words sounded so intense that they seemed to have an effect even on Jasmine, as she was frozen beneath his hands for an instant. And, when that shock seemed to wear off, what Millicent saw on her face was not just hurt, but also anger. Perhaps this was how the hatred she always saw behind Jasmine’s features and actions was fueled. Well, not just hatred, but also determination, since the moment

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours of silence. For Lily, each minute had been a deliberate brick laid in the wall she was building between her old life and this new, sterile reality. The sweetness of that afternoon in the penthouse—the shared smiles, the brushes of hands, the whispered possibilities—felt like a fever dream now, a hallucination brought on by a desperate need to be loved. In the cold light of the aftermath, there was only the jagged truth: Julian Vane was no different from Thomas. He was just better at branding.

“Jordan ra—” “I said get out!” Joseph shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “I don’t want to hear another word from you!” Olivia froze. She had never seen Joseph like this before. He had been angry with her in the past, of course, but never like this. Never with so much hatred and resentment in his eyes. For a moment, she simply stood there, staring at the man she had loved for most of her life. Then she lowered her gaze. “Okay,” she whispered.

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

" Arrrgh ,this male lead is so annoying ,I really feel like slapping him " Jade exclaimed angrily. She was currently reading the most popular novel which had been recently released with the title 'A Taste of love' it was an high school love story . What Jade hated about the story was the annoying male lead and the Villianess who had the same name as her but was dumb as fûck. " Just shut the fûck up and let me sleep" her roommate and best friend, Tiana screamed at her. They lived together outside their school's campus, they both were in their second year in University .

One second he was flirting with my grandmother then the next he was shooting daggers at me with his eyes. "Idiot" I mumbled. Of course he wouldn't know why I was trying to kill him. He unknowingly ruined my life. I hated him for it. "I'll see you soon, beautiful." He said, turning back to my grandmother instantly nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you like. Just don't bring the guns."