Romance Hate To Love Novels & Stories

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?

“But now I do know.” She drew a breath, steadying herself. “And the answer is no, Roman.” “I’ll never fall in love with you,” she said, voice clear now. “Not the man you are, not the one who breaks me just to see if I’ll stay, not the one who shows me something soft—just to rip it away like it meant nothing.” She paused, her hands curled into fists at her sides. “I hate you.” Roman blankly looked at her, she waited but nothing came out, his mouth opened but the words were not the ones she expected, “I’ll send the nurse,” he said flatly.

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

I sighed. "Then you aren't ready to have her back. Behind every love, there is hate. This hate can come in diverse ways, it can be greed, anger, discontentment etcetera. I'm sorry to say this, but yours came in as hate itself or would I say, greed. You wanted more than you already had, you wanted Sophia because you felt she could give you what you wanted. We can't know Rick's hate until we find out, and sitting out asses without doing anything won't help either."

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.

Jessica and Mirabelle were fan girls who were dying to meet the champion, they both held red roses in their hands and chanted. "He loves me, he loves me not". I blew my horn and suddenly dark untamed horses began running with speed when suddenly, the horses with its rider paved way for someone whose horse was a different color which was white. The two women gasped romantically, and I let go of the flag to see who it was that captured everyone's heart. We could only see the horse clearly but not it's rider and as I was about to see his face clearly, someone interrupted me. "Excuse me miss?" A tiny voice. I looked around to see who it was.

he said quickly, too quickly. "Thanks for the advice on Lena, by the way," I added sarcastically. "It totally worked. She hates me now, so that's great." "Leave blondie to me, and pay attention to Lena so she’ll hate you a little less and then maybe let you hit," Marcus insisted, obviously uncomfortable. "I told you I'm not in it for the sex, Marcus. Get that through your head."

“No, it’s nothing like that.” “Because I don’t seem to understand where I went wrong. I loved you—more than anything. I trusted you — more than anyone. I saved you from that maniac, took you out of your miserable life and made you Roman Blackwood’s wife and this is how you repay me?” “Roman, please don’t hate me, I’m sorry.” “I don’t hate you.” He said calmly. Tessa blinked through her tears, confused. Roman continued, his voice steady. “Hate requires emotion. What I feel for you now… is nothing.”

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.