Romance Hate To Love Novels & Stories

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

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.

I guess knowing that there were CCTVs in the suite does make one feel constantly on the edge. A chuckle slipped from me and Sarah smiled. ‘I don’t know much about the young Don, honestly,’ she began, moving leisurely beside me. ‘But I am sure of one thing.’ She touched my lower arm, a sign for me to pause and focus on what she was about to say. ‘Hate is also an expression of love, Juliette.’ Her voice was as soothing as the gentle rhythm of the waves. ‘You said the Don hates you—that just means he still loves you. And men are all the same: when they truly love you, they can’t stop.’

she says with a dry laugh. "Love and hate being the same thing?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah you know I mean love is great, loving someone is pretty fantastic I'm sure but I think the line between love and hate is pretty thin and to love someone you also have to hate them a little. I mean do you honestly think you could have someone having a strong annoying hold on you to get you to do whatever they want with just a cute smile. Personally I think I would hate that a little."

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

I spat, glaring wide-eyed at him, mumbling beneath my breath. “You see, that's the thing... I'm beginning to think you really want more of this hate-love relationship we have going on.” He basically purred into my ears; my skin caught the heat, and it tingled in response. I parted my lips letting out a sigh, relaxing into his arms before finally snapping back to reality “I hate you, Kade. Let it sink. There's no hate, love, or rubbish between us; all we have is hate. And then hate. And then more hate.” I retorted before pulling away from him.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.

"I hate this guy" "You mean you love him" my conscience said To be continued,likes comment and click the love symbol to add to your library