Novel & Cerita My Love My Hatred

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.

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.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

I hated crying in front of him, hated looking weak, but I couldn’t stop it. Zade didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me calmly, and then, before I could protest, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. "Let me go." I mumbled, weakly hitting his chest with my fists, but he didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder this time, but he didn’t flinch, "I hate you for keeping this from me!" I cried, my fists pounding against his chest with more force, but my strength was waning, "I hate you!"

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.