The-dream Love/hate Novels & Stories

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

A stupid, reckless soft spot that should have healed years ago. Rhett wasn’t just a name. He was a part of me I never fully got back and I’d forever hate that son of a bitch for it. Slamming that mental door down. I rearranged my dress and finger combed my hair, placing my bag on my shoulder. I stared at him for a second longer, then shook my head. “I shouldn’t have settled for you.”My voice came out quiet. “Damn you and your brother” The dumbfounded look on their faces was enough to make me straighten my back and walk towards the door.

“Any dreams?” The girl hesitated before nodding slowly. “Mama used to say dreams are like stories. Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes they’re sad.” Sienna’s heart squeezed. “That’s very true.” Lily bit her lip, then turned to her father. “Do you have dreams, Daddy?” Grayson finally looked up from his paper, his brows furrowing. The question seemed to catch him off guard. “I…” He hesitated, then exhaled, setting down his cup. “Not as much as I used to.”

"Guys, you can still go to Italy without me. Don't give up on your dreams because of me." "This is our dream, Evelyn. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't even have this dream in the first place. If we do this, we do it together," Noah said firmly, taking my hand. "You're not alone in this. Dante may be powerful, he may be terrifying—but you will survive this. And we'll be with you, no matter what." "So, you can sacrifice your dreams, your future, and marry a complete stranger who despises you, but we're just supposed to move on like nothing happened?" Lily's voice cracked as she trembled with rage. "Fuck dreams. Fuck everything. Fuck this life. And fuck your father."

☆Daniel☆ My fists were tightly balled and my chest weighed down, yet the moment her gaze met mine, my voice vanished again. I could see the pure hatred in her eyes, a stark contrast to the woman I once knew. The woman who always looked at me with so much love and hope. What else could I have anticipated after what I did to her, when she had been nothing but a devoted wife? “Say something! Are you really this stupid?” Kate yelled at me.

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."

"Anyway, I miss and love you guys. Even though I know you don’t agree with my choices to get revenge, please just know that I’m doing it for you guys. Wherever you are, I hope that you feel the love I’m sending you right now.” I fell asleep and dreamed about my mother's chocolate chip pancakes and my dad's laugh. I also dreamed about Daniel’s dark, intense eyes, but I would better pretend I hadn’t.

The bond thrummed between them — electric, undeniable, cruel. “I hate what you make me feel,” she whispered, eyes wet. “You take everything and call it love.” His jaw clenched. “Because I can’t stop. Because when I see another man look at you—” He broke off, his voice shattering. “It kills me.” Elena sighed. Damien, that isn't love. Control is that. He stepped closer until their breaths tangled. “Then hate me,” he growled. “Hate me all you want.

“I know he’s not the right one, but still, I’m always tempted, I know he’s not the one I must dream for, but still my dreams don’t let him go, I know that he will again break my trust and my heart, but still, I’m willing to go through that pain once more, But I know he’s not my destiny, my soul though, has always been connected to him.” I still love him, and I think I always will, but I also hate him. I hate him so much, and I don’t understand this love-hate relationship.

“Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not working.” “Oh, it’s working just fine,” he said, standing upright again. “You see, I know Dream better than anyone. Every weakness, every habit. You think he’s fighting for you out of love?” “Adrian,” Dream’s voice snapped, a warning tone. But Adrian didn’t stop. His voice softened, almost pitying now. “He’s fighting because he hates losing. You became a symbol of defiance, not affection.” “Enough,” Dream said, standing. Adrian smirked, ignoring him completely. His attention stayed on me, his words sharp as glass.