My Love My Hatred Novel By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Possibly I love him (Love is the. Most craziest thing that may happen between human. Wherever loves is. You will never think about the person disability etc (get angry easily or not fine at all). But in your view. That girl nor boy will be like the most finest to you but when you start to hate him. You'll now see all the disability Jasmine have fallen in love with victor but she never for once shows it. She treat victor nice. Right. But she never behave like. A whore to victor she package herself and she never let victor sees even a. Small part of her thighs or her breast (trust me. That attitude makes boys falls faster for the girl doing so. )

Guilt over a lack of affection for her mother? “I wanted to blame you for taking her away before I could find some feeling for her. It was childish, I know, but what kind of a monster doesn’t love her mother? I didn’t want it to be my fault.” Jasmine shook her head and approached the bed. “I didn’t love my mother,” she said quietly. “Sometimes I even hated her. Then I hated myself for caring at all.” “That’s different.”

"But grandmother." "No buts Elise just head off to work, we'll talk some other time," grandmother said and got up from the couch "I'll be in the balcony," grandmother said and headed off leaving the two staring at each other. "Don't think that you could always screw around and get away with it just because you are rich now," Charity said and chuckled then stormed out of the house, she felt annoyed that she had to depend on Elise, her job wasn't well paying. But what could she do, she'll have to take in all the disgust and enjoy living in that beautiful mansion built by her. Charity had never liked Elise since the first time she became part of the family, right now she would not mask all the

She sacrificed her only family Rose for this day, to get paid for pleasuring her husband. Enough is Enough. Her hazel eyes turned darker. Jasmine clenched her jaw and glared at his golden rings strewn all over the floor. She gathered them in her right hand and closed her fists. Seething in rage, she closed her eyes and within no seconds, those golden rings turned into ashes. “You don’t value my love, right? I can tolerate anything but not character assassination. Today you crossed all limits of brutality. If you can’t tolerate my love then fine, let me become a subject of your hatred.”

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

And yet, the pain in her chest now felt worse than when Osbert had stayed behind to fight the zombies and died in front of her. Sometimes, the worst thing in the world was believing you hated someone completely, only to realize, too late, that love and hatred had tangled together so tightly that you couldn’t tell them apart. Why did someone so terrible still treat her so well? Jasmine cried until she could barely breathe. "Jasmine…" "Jasmine…" The helicopter slowly descended. It landed in the central plaza of Aecraton. By the time they touched down, Jasmine had cried herself into exhaustion and passed out.

Dismayed by her reactions, I thought she would change her point of view about me but to no avail. “The only bond we share is hatred.” Lucille said with intense loath. “Do you want me to repeat what I feel again?” She derided, For the first time in my devilishly long life, someone hurt me and surprisingly not with actions but with words. Hurt sparked in my eyes but leaning closer, she whispered, “You. Repulse. Me.” I am your mate, your other half, the only love of your life. How can you say this? A sudden pain shot through both of ours hearts as we could share emotions when I forced a smile and whispered,

Jasmine almost shouted the words. Her mother let out a light chuckle. “You’ll understand when you sit in my position one day. Love is the most useless thing in this world.” The mother and daughter parted in anger. For the first time, Jasmine realized that everything she had was built on such a filthy, despicable foundation. She also realized something else: she truly loved me. Even before she knew it, even when her vision was clouded by hatred, her heart had spoken for her. She came looking for me, wanting to make amends, to try and fix what had been broken.

We don't say much after that but follow her to the living room and notice that she is pacing back and forth in the living room. "Jasmine, why are you looking so scared?" Dadabhai asks making Jasmine di stops in her movement. "I am scared because I don't anyone of you to hate me Subho." Jasmine di replies. "Why will we hate you di? It's impossible to hate a loving person like you." I tell her with an assuring tone but she shakes her head. "After knowing what I have done you will definitely hate me." She says with a broken voice. "Is it related to Anhuphama's first child, Mrs. Ganguly?" Suddenly Alessandro asks making me look at him like he has grown two heads.

I walked down the stairs, my motion slow and my steps labored. I got to the living room, and found Raymond and Jasmine, standing by the door way. Raymond stood there, his expression quite unexplainable, while Jasmine had a wide smile on her face and her left hand on Raymond's chest. I stood before them, tears streaming down my ears. I looked over at my sister, and i felt pure hatred. I wanted so much as to let her feel the same pain i was feeling right now. I wanted her to experience the hurt she made me go through. My eyes turned to Raymond, i could smell the betrayal. I looked at him, my eyes holding hatred, my eyes holding the pain my heart could not show.