My Love My Hatred Novels & Stories

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???

It recoiled. Every beat thrummed with hatred, and I burned with anger in ways I had never done before. People often talked about love and how beautiful it was. But what they often forgot was what happened when that love gave birth to a kind of hatred that ended up being gutted until all that remained was a black hole begging to be filled with their blood, sweat and tears. “Hi.” I responded calmly as I stepped further inside, with the divorce papers inside the brown envelope. He glanced up from his desk, confusion flickering across his features when he saw the documents.

The hatred in her eyes was enough to kill me on the spot. "Levi only wanted Gina. That's why he dated me. To get to Gina." I spat, suddenly feeling so much hatred towards Myra and Levi and Winter. I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Myra stumbled back as if the words stung. "That's not true. Levi loved me before you came along." "Levi never loved you!" I shrieked, animosity poring out of my words. My head cracked to the side as Myra slapped me, a white hot pain lancing up my cheek. And suddenly another peice of duck tape was pressed against my lips.

She seems calm now! " Are you feeling cold?" I asked. She nods her head in a sign of no. " Alright so tell me what's the Quam?" I asked. " You will not understand!" " Just try!" " I hate my mother did I tell you?" " Yes!" " So how can I love a boy if hatred for my mother still exists in my heart. If am able to feel hatred for the person who brought me to life, how can I love another one? That's why I can't be in love with you!" She said sadly while bending her head.

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

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Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

Matvei. Love is something I have never desired—never wanted to feel, not after I lost my brother. That part of me died with him. But hatred? Hatred is different. Hatred is alive. It breathes inside me, sharp and restless. It fuels me so fucking much that I can’t help myself when this monster of a father tries to lay a hand on someone I care about. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. It curled in the air like smoke, laced with the one thing I thrive on—fear.

My nails dig into his skin, my legs close around him. — Say it. He begins to move, each thrust deep, implacable. — Say you love it. Say you love me like this. I shake my head. Tears rise. My body, though, responds. — No… I don't… He stops dead, buried inside me, motionless, cruel. — You're going to say it. Or you'll never come. I look at him. Hatred. Desire. Everything blurs. — I hate you. — That's not what I asked.