Novel Love And Hate Novels & Stories

"That isn't possible anymore, Mom. She must hate me to the bones." Unwilling to believe her son's words, Mrs. Stephenson spoke, "You silly kid, what did I tell you before? The deeper one's love for somebody is, the deeper their hatred will be when the love turns sour. She hates you right now exactly because she loves you!" Daniel no longer wanted to find out whether Hilda loved or hated him, though. "She's Nathan Clemon's woman now."

In fact, right now, they were not important at all. I swallowed back bile and murmured, my voice husky with desire, with raw, urgent need, “Of course I care about you. I thought… I thought that you hated me.” “We hate each other. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” My mouth turned up, the smile too sad to reach my eyes. “I suppose it is.” “There’s a thin line between love and hate, though.” “Too thin,” I breathed, levelling my gaze at him. “Sometimes, I… Sometimes it becomes blurred beyond all comprehension. Until I no longer know what is real and what is not.”

Olivia has loved Joseph for as long as she can remember. Their love has survived childhood, distance, misunderstandings, and the cruel circumstances that once threatened to tear them apart. But just when Olivia believes she can finally have the life she has always dreamed of, everything changes. Joseph has a twin brother, Jordan—and unlike Joseph, Jordan has never wanted Olivia anywhere near his family. His hatred for her runs deeper than she could ever understand. When old wounds are reopened and secrets begin to surface, Olivia finds herself caught between the love she has always cherished and the hatred of a man determined to make her pay for a past she never asked for. S

and she didn't told him anything but Dominic "Where else can I live if I don't live there?" Lauren curled his lips and said. ...... ..... ..... Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

All I know is I want you now,” I pulled him closer to me, then laid him down on the bed. Sitting on his hard as a rock dick as I ride his fingers. “I want more. Please Askar. Please.” I begged and pleaded for him. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Yes.” I answered confidently. “Are you really sure, I don’t…” I cut him off, pulling off his shirt. “Please, yes, fuck, please.” I pleaded, pleading to feel him inside me. “If you want to stop, we can. Just say the word and I will without any hesitation. Don’t let me continue if you need me to stop.” He reassured me. With that sentence, that one little phrase, I knew in my heart that this is not hate. I’m in love with him. I never hated him. This is how I

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.”

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

If we also share the same fury with what Nichole has done and planned. In the past, I tried everything to keep him in my life but he just kept ignoring me. Now that I no longer wanted him, now that I no longer needed him...he presented his new self and profound love to me with his sweet words and consistent begging. I drag my gaze away from him. He made me sick. It was now clear to me. I will never welcome him back now that love and hate have collided—there are no longer lines blurring between them. Love and hatred are now one and fucking the same.

For a movement, I thought this was a bad question but soon he relaxed and gave me his blue stare. "My hatred for her is more than the love I felt." He muttered under his breath, looking at a certain distance like he was reliving the memory. Love was love. What made him hate her so much? Was that the reason that she killed our unborn children? Lucifer didn't love me at that time? Then why? "So, you are admitting that love is still there, overpowered by your hatred," I mumbled. He didn't look at me, instead of squeezed my hand before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Mandy ran her eyes over it, then she remembered everything, that was the place they first met, he stared at the first chair she sat in, which was the very same chair, she sat playing with Noor and right there, was where she met with Lauren and his group, the setting is same but the difference is, Noor and Leah are no longer there. "Lauren!" "Yes, I was going to have a contract right here with you back then, Six months, we should go our separate ways, 'cause I don't love you and you don't love me." "No, you hate me." "I couldn't say I hate you, I was just protecting my heart, so I hide under the shadow of hate, let's call what we have as, love in the coat of hate." "What?" "I was jealous, see