Novel & Cerita Song Thin Line Between Love And Hate

Even if she hated him to the bone now, it was only because she had loved him so much and so deep. This mixed feeling of love and hate could really torture someone to death. How Rainie hoped that Mango could just lose her memory, or that she could get over him completely. At least, she would not have been this painful. However, no one could help her with this kind of thing, and one could only get over it by themselves. Rainie gently let go of Mango's arm and whispered, "If there is anything you need, just let me know at any time. You know, no matter what you do, I will support you."

From now on she is mine and I am the only person she has in her life. The only person who can make her cry while thrusting the fingers so hard on her. The only person she calls a jerk and cold man , I don't know what it is and I am sure it's not love. That is not going to happen, but this is something more, more than a desire, more than a need, more than oxygen and more than this world. But less than love……. My pulse slowed to match the interminable wait. Then slowly, ever so slowly, Olivia lowered her arms, and my pulse shifted from slow motion into high gear as it throbbed to the frantic rhythm of my heart.

she moaned while closing her eyes. "I haven't been hearing from Jon for the past three weeks now and I have no idea where he could have been or what he is doing. Gosh!" she said, worriedly. Even though she has been trying to convince herself that she has moved on and she doesn't care about Jon again, she knew she still cares for him, she still couldn't get his image off her head every day. Even in her sleep, she always had dreams of him, of their beautiful moments, she knew she was still into him. "It's not like he is a bad fella," she said with a slight rosiness. "Rose stop it, you know he is a cheater and a player" she yelled inwardly, trying to wake herself up from this damnable love. But

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 hate you] END.

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

His voice floats in the air between us and a small smile tugs at my lips as I close my eyes in the safeness of Emerson's embrace. They say there's a thin line between hate and love; the thinner mine gets, the stronger these foreign feelings for Emerson Ford get and the deeper he engraves his very being into my soul.

He said coldly. “I hate you so much that no one in this world must have hated anyone like me.” She said glaring at him, and he can see the red eyes along with tear-stained cheeks. “And I love her so much that no one in this world must have loved anyone like me.” He said before turning away ending the discussion, and she walked away with slumped shoulders feeling nothing but defeat in the attempt to get herself released from him again.

I blinked at him with disbelief as my mind searched for all the cruel things I could do to this man; and some of them included sewing his pants’ legs shut, and cutting his cocks open at the toes. Even stuffing tune into the curtain rods… “I hate you,” I whispered instead, defeated and depleted of all my energy. Trust Vincenzo fucking Russo to make you unravel in ways no man has ever accomplished since the creationg of the universe. He smiled. A soft, slow, sad infuriating smile that didn’t reach his greys eyes. “There’s a thin line between hate, love, and obsession, tesoro.” His hand reached out to massage my cheek, and I flinched. No from fear, not from anger, but from something else. “You