My Love My Hatred Novels & Stories

he snapped. I swallowed hard. “We’re not related.” “We grew up together. I told you, the day you moved in—I said I’d protect you. Cherish you. Like a brother should.” His voice cracked, rising with each word. “Not like this.” He looked angry. Furious, even. But under it, I could feel his panic. And mine too. “And what do you even know about love?” he added bitterly. “You haven’t even graduated college yet.” But I didn’t back down. “Then I’ll prove it,” I said. “I’ll prove that I can be seen as your girlfriend—not just some powerless girl you need to protect.”

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

“When I was a child, Danny I thought that everyone had a good heart,” I laughed at my thoughts, and a tear rolled down my cheek at the same time, it was almost scary how I had chances from that carefree Danielle to this volcano. It felt like I was going to explode at any moment, I had never felt this emotion in my entire life and it had never been so intense. This feeling of anger and hatred. Negative feelings were very strong. Most times they can even be blinder than love. Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone.

The face I hated much is the face I cannot stop staring at now. Is this what you call Love?

She was very angry while saying those words. "Eric's Grandmom hates me." I simply stated. There was a complete silence for few seconds. I was wondering where did she go? Just then a laughing sound started coming. "Do you think it's a joke?" I asked her. "No! No!" She said. "But who can start hating someone in a day?" She tried to normalise her breathing. "Sometimes it's take a second either to love or hate someone." I said in a very serious tone. "This is not a movie Scarlett. It's a real life. And trust me hatred is a strong emotion. You must be thinking I am mad or I am not understanding you but always remember for hating someone you need to love them first." She paused.

These people are making him insane. "Bro, relax. I love Payal, not Mishty. Mishty, I love your sister. Not you. And Payal, I love you dumb, not your sister." Mihir cleared the air as Sid felt some energy pass through his veins. He felt happy. He doesn't know why he is happy but he is relieved that Mihir doesn't love Mishty. His irritation, his anger everything flew in thin air. "Thank God" Sid mumbled which is heard by Mishty.

“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

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.