My Love My Hatred Novel By Jasmine Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was like an invisible barrier had been erected between us, one that nothing could break through. Jasmine's hostility towards me wasn't anything new. It had become a constant presence, an ever-present echo within the walls of our shared space. Her disdain seeped into the atmosphere like an unending symphony of negativity, filling the air. But despite it all, I remained unfazed, resilient in the face of her venomous words and cold glares. "Seriously, Carmine? You're still asking me that same old question? Can't you see why I despise her so much?" Jasmine's voice pierced the air, her hostility seething through every word she uttered.

She opened the first page, trying to immerse herself in a story that might help her forget her nightmares, even if only for a while. "Love can come in the most unexpected places," read the opening line of the novel. Jasmine gave a wry smile. For her, love had always been something complicated and full of conflict. She read slowly, allowing herself to be carried away by the beautifully written story. The words on those pages began to divert her attention from the anxiety she felt. The story of a young woman finding love in a small village in Italy started to seep into her mind. Although it wasn't her favorite type of reading, there was something soothing in the way the story unfolded.

"In that case, let's have a truce!" Jamaica raised her eyebrows. "We're not at war, aren't we?" "No? You always fight me because of my idols. If we're not at odds, then what do our relationship looks like?" She looked away. I saw hatred passed in her eyes and I didn't think that it was directed at me. "Do you really hate Vine that much?" I asked. I asked if it was directed at Vine because she always had this hatred in her eyes when it comes to my favorite boy band. When talking about book authors, Jamaice's reaction was not that big. So I assumed that she didn't hate all my idols but only Vine.

I growled but she looked like she wasn't afraid of what would happen this time. "Fuck you, Hardin. I hate you. I hate you so much." She screamed and tried to kick me and I didn't understand why her rage turned me on so much. Fiery Jasmine made me want to fuck her into submission. Slamming my lips against hers, I reached under her dress and palmed her pussy and she squirmed when I pushed her panties to one side and found her dripping wet, I grinned. "For someone who hates me, your body is saying something completely different."

Yasmin suddenly laughed. She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. "Hateful? Let me tell you, I don't regret a thing. If I could do it all over again, I would make the same choices. I love Joseph. I would do anything for him. I would still lie to you, use you, and even ruin you." She slammed her hand against the glass, eyes blazing with madness. "Do you even know what love is, Jayden? You're a cold-blooded, heartless monster. You wouldn't understand it at all."

“A traitor like her doesn’t deserve to live under our roof.” “You’re absolutely right, my dear,” Gloria agreed and curled her lips in disdain as she glared at Jasmine. “I regret the day I brought you into my home. I should have just left you to rot in that orphanage!” “Seriously, just disappear already!” Charlotte added with equal venom. “Nobody wants you here!” Jasmine couldn’t believe the pure hatred oozing from the two women she had considered family all her life. Their biting words knocked the breath out of her lungs, and her chest tightened with each passing second.

She looked into her eyes with her blazing eyes, "Stay away from Ivan. Don't try to get close to him. Ivan is only mine. This time I burned your hand only. But I'll burn you alive if I find you near him." Jessica couldn't help but burst into a guffaw. "Are you serious? You think I'm into him?" She then came into her serious self. "Let me clear things up for you. I have no interest in him. If I hate someone most in this universe then it's him. I just don't hate him. But despises him. I'm not dying to get close to him. If it was in my control, I would not even go in front of him. But to my bad luck, my job is like this, that I have to stay behind him like a tail." Jessica finished her explanat

Suddenly Jasmine's body tensed, as his hand as hard as steel wrapped around her neck, causing her eyes to roll the back of her head. Her face lost its color as he strangled her, while was draining into her core, faster and harder. She could feel his rage. “Please Lusaka, please do it gentle!” She was whimpering and begging. But Lusaka was far too gone. His hatred for Adrian coulded his thoughts of reasoning whenever the memories of Adrian defeating him flashed through his head. “Please Lusaka! My pussy is on fire! Go easy on me I beg you, my king!” Jasmine's hands clawed at his back desperately, her pussy was suffering.

I looked at her. All the cold fury, all the trapped rage from Eric’s house, from my father’s betrayal, from the auction block, from Lucas’s possessive hands—it all gathered in my eyes. My green eyes, which I knew could look soft, turned hard as emerald stone. I let her see it. Every ounce of hatred, every promise of violence I’d learned in silence. Jasmine saw it. Her triumphant sneer faltered. The arrogance in her black eyes flickered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. She took a tiny, involuntary step back.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”