Only Love Can Drive Out Hate Novels & Stories

Adams called. “Be careful with your words. Do not throw away your future. “she advised in her usual motherly tone. “I will always love you my son. Make your choice wisely and do not let go of your love, you are capable of love sugar, Do not allow your father to kill your love at its young stage. “ I nodded in agreement. That was exactly the courage I needed to face my father. I will fight for this love. I will leave my hatred and pursue love instead.

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.”

I never want him to look at me thinking I am weak or I am not strong enough. I hate it from anyone, but for Sab it was more than that, because the person you love is the person you want to show how good you are. You are afraid if they see your weak side, they will leave you or think that you are no good. They deserve better than you. The thought of them thinking something like this itself is so hurting. I walked out of the lift and went straight out of the restaurant. I was about to get in a cab but a grip on my hand pulled me back as I turned, I saw Sab panting heavily.

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

Never Again 🌷 “Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?” ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

“Son-son how many times do I have to teach you? Hatred is more powerful than love. Love is a distraction while hatred makes one stronger.” “What if I've had enough of hatred? I want a distraction instead then.” I answered him bodly. Ready for any reply or come back he might have. He was about to reply but stopped himself as the aunt and niece made their way to us. Gods! Let this day end!

"I will make sure you have a future." "Shawn… how can you love me? You can't love me. Please stop joking with me. It's not funny at all... We can't start over, I'm the daughter of your enemy, and we have a deep hatred. How can there be love?" Shawn said, "Hate is hate. Love is love." They can even exist together.

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.