Novel & Cerita My Love My Hatred

Staring at Thane, it was at thy moment that I realized that love could indeed turned to hatred. Everything that I felt for him had changed to hatred, if only I could rip his heart out and slit her throat, I hated him, I hated all that he put me through, I hated that he made me go crazy and act foolish because of his rejection. He did all that to me and yet still asked that I be killed. It was the last drop for me and I knew that, He was completely lost in this quest for power. ‘I swear to kill you Thane Anthra and Darla, if it would be the last thing I do’

They were just four simple words, yet it felt like he had to squeeze them out of his throat with a trembling voice. "No," she said, "I don't hate you, and I never wanted to hate you. Hatred is such a painful emotion. The love we had was such a beautiful thing. I don't ever want to spoil it with hatred. All you did was choose your career over our love. You just chose the life that you've always wanted, that's all."

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

Not even angry! “Just leave me alone, forget about me,” I sigh tiredly. “I don’t love you, I never loved you, and I’m happy with Jaden.” “You didn't say that while moaning beneath me,” He says. At that moment, I feel my entire body being filled with hatred. An energy tingles in my veins and I look at him. I see red. I want to kill him, I want to fly him. “What, am I lying? You loved moaning for me and…” He grunts but is cut off.

[I hate you] END.

Did you ever felt hatred from the person you love. Did you ever hided flowing tears within yourself while acting normal infront of everyone.... The blooming of love from hatred is it possible.... The love from many hurdles will it have a happy ending.... Viranica : I love you prince Karthik : did you ever know what is meant by love playgirl like you never liable for love Viranica : didn't you ever feel love in my words Karthik : I feel only disgusted of you Viranica : my love is true for you

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

The one everyone pities but no one respects because she couldn't see what was right in front of her face. She sat up abruptly, the room spinning for a second. The grief was still there, but a hard, icy layer of cynicism was beginning to settle over it. "Never again," she whispered to the empty walls. She wasn't just talking about Thomas. She was talking about the very idea of letting someone in. Love wasn't a sanctuary; it was a vulnerability she could no longer afford. From now on, her heart would be a fortress—no blind dates, no "I love yous" that slipped out, and certainly no one allowed close enough to tuck her hair behind her ear.

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.

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