Song Thin Line Between Love And Hate Novels & Stories

She than started singing while playing it. "I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I LOVED YOU DON'T WANT TO, BUT I CAN'T PUT NOBODY ELSE ABOVE YOU I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I WANT YOU YOU WANT HER, YOU NEED HER AND I'LL NEVER BE HER"

He staggered back, intaking Selena’s hoarse shriek. A metallic warmth filled his mouth and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The red splotches melt into damp soil, sending the others to warzone with Sitka and Xavier stepping forward. Orion leaped forward and grabbed Zaden’s collar “I love her, Zaden” his words echoed across the vicinity, effectively shutting down everyone who was trying to stop them. It's purely personal and they refuse to choose a side. A low growl rumbled from between the alpha’s chest. Call it possessiveness or anger or territorial, but something new sprouted in him, drawing a distinctive line between friendship and love. That was till Zaden peered into Orion's tearing eye

I hated that he had changed, that he had turned everything sweet into something bitter, that he had left and now dared to claw his way back into our lives with a single phone call. “I hate him,” I choked out, my words muffled by my hands. “I hate him for making her so scared. For making me remember all of it. I just…” My voice broke completely. And then I felt it. Taylor’s arms wrapping around me. Strong, warm, steady. He didn’t ask permission. He just pulled me in, held me against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. My face pressed into his chest, the fabric of his hoodie soft against my cheek. His scent wrapped around me, clean laundry, faint aftershave, and something that

i asked while looking at him. A devilish smirk that i had long learned to fear years ago spreads across his face. He leans in closer and grabs my hips pulling me closer and whispers " oh love are you jealous?" He asked while stroking the tattoo he know i had on my right thigh causing me to shiver under his touch. " And if i am" i said regaining control over my body. He smiled " then you don't have to be your the only woman i want and will ever need I'm here for someone who crossed me" he said pulling back putting space between us.

“Hear me out. I’m just saying that you’ve been living like the dead since Chloe died. But apart from the twins, Sierra’s the only one who seems to shake that off. She’s been able to bring out emotion in you.” The words sting, and I tighten my jaw. “You’re overstepping, Gunner.” “But I’m not wrong. You haven’t been this angry in years. You’ve been numb, and she made you feel something other than sadness and depression.” “All I feel is anger and hatred… Don’t make it seem like it’s something special or some shit like love.” “Hate is such a strong word,” he tsks. “But remember there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

"You remember how we used to talk about love and hate when we were young? How we would sit together long after midnight and just talk?" Gwendolyn turned her head, a frown creasing her brows. "What about it?" She asked. I realized something." He continued. "There's a thin line between deep love and intense hate, a very thin line. I spent all my life loving you, pining for you, hoping you would finally see me someday." He stepped up to the cell gate and held the bars. The silver burned into his palm, yet he didn't let go. "What are you doing?" Gwendolyn panicked. "Take your hands off."

In fact, right now, they were not important at all. I swallowed back bile and murmured, my voice husky with desire, with raw, urgent need, “Of course I care about you. I thought… I thought that you hated me.” “We hate each other. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” My mouth turned up, the smile too sad to reach my eyes. “I suppose it is.” “There’s a thin line between love and hate, though.” “Too thin,” I breathed, levelling my gaze at him. “Sometimes, I… Sometimes it becomes blurred beyond all comprehension. Until I no longer know what is real and what is not.”

GABRIEL *** “What about us?” I asked, leaning closer to her. Every part of my body was telling me to stop, to back up, and to walk out but I didn't want to listen to reason. “This,” she said, pulling my head towards her. The statement Harper made that there’s a very thin line between love and hate had never felt as true as it did at that moment. I could feel the lines blurring, but the moment was over as soon as it began. She pushed me off of her.

I sighed. “So it was hate sex? I’ve heard of that from women back in Athens. And they always say it’s a thin line between love and hate.” Melite frowned. “I guess. I mean, I don’t hate her. I’m not too fond of some of the things she says. But nothing is enough to make me hate her. I reserve hate for people who truly deserve it.” I shrugged.

My heart beat furiously, as I struggled to remain calm. “Pest, there's a thin line between hate and passion.” He smirked. I made a face. “You’re right. There's a very thin line between wanting to gut your stomach out, and wanting to rip your tongue out.