Novelas y relatos de Passionate Hate

She loves them both just as much. Their first marriage might have been a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP, but now, it's more of the LOVE and nothing of the HATE. It is a LOVE IN RELATIONSHIP. *** A young man was sitting on a chair in a dark office with no lights on except the tiny red light flicking on his cigarette tip, he kneaded his temple as he threw his head back in tiredness, if the lights were on, one could see the tiredness, frustration and anger clearly visible on his face.

And I mean passionately HATE. Who knew that hate feels disturbingly the same as love … your stomach flips and twists; your heart rate increases way over the limit of normal; you get drunk and high on adrenaline; obsessive thoughts and behaviors cloud your mind; and you feel out of control. “You still have his jacket in your cupboard?” Kiara flings something against my head. “Don’t you ever learn?”

It was just attached to a chain. “What’s he like?” The question left her lips before she could stop it. Chloe, from the stairs, leaned forward. Leo sat back. He considered his words carefully. “Julian is… severe. He is disciplined. He sees the world in terms of assets and liabilities, risks and rewards. He is not warm. People call him cold, and he prefers it that way. It keeps things simple.” “He sounds awful,” Chloe whispered. “He’s not cruel for sport,” Leo said, looking at Chloe. “He’s just… removed. He grew up without much warmth. He decided he didn’t need it. Needing people is a risk. This proposal is him trying to solve a problem without taking that risk.”

He could very easily douse me in hot coffee or even murder me. He closer to me and cupped my face. I immediately shut my eyes and waited for his fury to descend on me. But it didn’t. “I hate it when you question me but it still fucking turns me on,” he spoke through his teeth. “Look at me damnit!” My eyelids immediately flickered open an the look in his eye brought the memories last night racing back. A different kind of hatred bubbled in my chest. Hatred for myself for wanting him, for craving this entitled ass.

Her eyes, wide but unblinking, held a strange mix of fear and calculation, like she was looking at a venomous snake calculating if it was about to strike. Her gaze trembled at the edges, but never left him—sharp, cautious, trying not to provoke, yet silently asking: What have you become? And beneath it all, a flicker of something colder—like her soul was beginning to retreat, slowly building a wall behind her stare, like she was looking at something dangerous. He saw it. And it infuriated him. “I hate it!!!. I hate it when you look at me like that!!.” He rammed his fists on the table and yelled. Bianca shook, but tried to remain calm.

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

Hir thought echoed all around hir, but specifically around the dark, nebulous cloud in front of hir. It responded with a thought, a feeling, an idea. Of fire, of cleansing, of satisfaction. Ze took it that it was agreeing. And also that Godeater understood hir. “I do too,” ze replied. “I always have. Until lately anyway. Plus I hate everyone. Sometimes. And except for a few key people. I definitely don’t hate them. But everyone else? I want to kill them. I want to make them burn, horribly, painfully, eternally…

What would happen if they shared anything intimate? No! He could not be intimate with them. He didn't want them as mates. Yet, hard as he tried, he could not get them off his mind. They were like a leech, sucking away his attention. He wanted to see them, talk to them, watch them smile, watch them laugh. He wanted to flirt with them and watch their cheeks redden up as they blush. Yet, he wanted to hate them, wanted to punish them for the sins of their father, wanted to see them suffer, wanted to whip them till they bleed and weep. He wanted to enslave them, make them beg him to end their suffering.

Prime Minister Jameson stated. Kenji nodded at him and scanned the files. But he got drawn into someone. “Madeleine Wright also known as Maddie Oh.” Kenji read. He then reviewed Maddie’s file and then he grinned. “I will target this popular celebrity. I think she’s vulnerable.” Kenji assumed. Prime Minister Jameson tilted his head and looked at Kenji. “Why do you think so, Your Highness?” He asked. “Because it says here that she’s always heartbroken, once she sees me she will fall in love right away with me and won’t be able to resist my hotness! Hahaha!” Kenji boasted and laughed.

Even though he had passed the test, XD vowed to keep an eye on Flynn so that he can be ready for anything. Flynn looked at the heartless guy laughing at his demise. He felt sorrowful as someone else was laughing at his demise and problems. Tears stung at his eyes but as a man, he refused to let them drop. He turned to the side and decided to ignore the big bimbo. Xander sighed as he saw firsthand XD’s cold nature. Sometimes, he wondered if the guy was even human. His reactions were very detached and unfeeling. “Oh…he is quite serious.” XD said to Xander who rolled his eyes. Sometimes his best friend could be a pain in the ass.