Romance Hate To Love Novels & Stories

I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I was already being carried by Lorenzo. I tried to throw him a deadly glare but I couldn't open my eyes anymore. So instead of doing that I just leaned my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I hate you,” I mumbled weekly. It was full of resentment and I mean it with all my heart. I hate him to the core because he obviously wasn't attracted to me anymore. “Do you really mean it?” I heard him queried. I didn’t answer and just closed my eyes tightly. My head suddenly felt light. The heat I was feeling was still there but my eyelids were getting heavier and sleepiness is now taking over.

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Hello, my lovely readers, Thank you for giving this story a chance, and even more, for patiently waiting for the updates as I am not regular with my updates. No matter how many times I apologize for it, I know it’s not enough. "Hate You as Much as I Love You" wasn’t my first idea when I decided to write a story. It was actually a werewolf romance that I first began to write as a writer. Then I decided to enter a contest and put it on hold. I chose the second chance theme for my very first novel. The plot came to me almost instantly. At first, I had planned for the book to be around 80 chapters, but as you can see, it eventually grew into 106 chapters.

“I don’t want to see you like this. You should go home and rest.” He stood there silently, looking at me. “You are my home,” he said quietly, and pulled me into a tight embrace. We stood like that for minutes. “I love you, Dante Romano.” He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. His dark eyes burned into me. He leaned down gently and kissed me—deep, strong, and passionate—then suddenly stopped. “I love you too, Evelyn Romano.” We both smiled. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and continued the kiss. Behind us, I could hear Noah and the girls shouting and laughing. I looked into Dante’s eyes, then at the setting sun behind him.

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

The tears came again, angry and relentless. “I hate you,” I said, voice breaking. “I hate what you did to me. I hate how you make me feel like I’m trapped in your mess.” Luciano’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. He just reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he whispered, and it was like a knife twisting in my chest. “I don’t want your love,” I spat. “Not after everything.”

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

As if she could hear my inner turmoil, Rosa paused when she reached the door, resting her hand on the doorknob, her back towards me, she called "Andera" "Yeah." "Your feelings aren't contradictory, because the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. If you loved someone and they did something to you so bad that It kills all the love you had for them, what you feel is indifference. You see them, and they're like a stranger to you; you feel nothing, nothing at all. But if you love someone and they hurt you so bad that you start hating them, it's because you still love them, and you're just sad and angry that they could hurt you." She turned to face me, her onyx eye glassy, and she star

Any further physical contact shall require separate, written agreement… “Demonstrations of spousal affection.” She said the phrase out loud. It tasted like ash. It was a performance. A list of allowed touches. Chaste kisses. It was the most unromantic sentence she had ever read. A soft knock came at the door. “Elena?” It was Chloe. “Can I come in?” “Yeah,” Elena said, her voice tight. She didn’t look up from the page. Chloe slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her graphic t-shirt with a cartoon planet on it. She looked young and scared. She sat down on the bed, careful not to touch the papers.

Not once. Zara’s hands clenched into fists until her nails drew blood. At first, she had cried for days. Then she got angry. But now… something darker had settled inside her chest. It wasn’t love anymore. It was hate... Pure, burning hate. “If I can’t have him,” Zara said softly to her reflection, “then she doesn’t get to have him either.” She smiled.