My Love My Hatred Novels & Stories

“Albeit I expected something new, something different came out entirely. Looking at your face, I was not looking at the same girl I met and was once obsessed with three years ago, rather at the lady that broke me. Aversion like I have never felt before grew in my heart and the need to make you suffer conquered the need to show my deceased love for you.” “I would went on battling with the thought you’re not my dead fiancé and rather the beautiful young girl I met, and then it hits me. I’m trying to fall in love when my first time didn’t exactly end well, the second, third, all I have been without love does not fit in a happy ending even. So I decide to hate you instead, however the hatred, th

“That means, your pussy is mine to savor.” “I hate you!” She grits out, chest puffing. Oh, I don’t expect less, Malishka. Love born out of hatred is usually the best. It’s more explosive, and I like it. She still feels something for me; that’s what matters. “I know,” I tell her, nudging her legs apart. “And I love you, Malishka.” I dive into her pussy. The taste, sweet and explosive as it hit my taste buds. A torturous groan rips out of my chest, and with my hands clasped onto her thighs, I devour her.

When my real parents found me and I discovered that I was a legitimate heir all along who should’ve been living a privileged life, I hated Micah for stealing the wealth and glory that should've been mine. "Then, I learned you took Nancy's wealth and privilege too. I couldn't help but see you as being just like Micah. I felt an instinctive hatred toward you. It was as if despising you was the only thing that would make me feel like everything was finally right in the world. "A real heir should be with another real heir, so I moved in with Nancy. Beyond that, it was also because Nancy was my first love, the one I could never have. She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bit

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

In the way that meant the thing they had been most certain of had turned out to be the thing that required the most undoing. I had been certain my heart was under control. He had been certain love was finished with him. Neither of those things had been true. And the process of discovering they were not true had been everything. Not easy. Not clean. Not the specific straightforward thing that some love stories were. The other kind. The kind with walls and wounds and a woman named Vivienne and the specific long road that led from his car outside a lawyer's office to a hillside in Tuscany in October to a kitchen table where a four year old delivered philosophical observations with complete auth

He said softly and it felt good to hear my name in his voice. “I know I did hurt you and me-I deserve your hatred but don’t hate me.” His voice sounded so weak and hesitant that I couldn’t stop myself from intertwining our fingers together. A sharp spark ignited inside me from our little touch. Rehan when will you understand that I am never going to hate you? I-I just couldn’t. Hatred word doesn’t exist in my dictionary for you. After all how can I hate you when you have given me this beautiful emotion called love?

Ace kissed me on the cheek. “What I hate very much is a man who makes my feelings go haywire.” I mumbled to myself. This made me hate Ace even more. My body responded to him and I hated it. Like hell I’m going to step into that office again and let him be the boss of me. Never.

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

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica