The-dream Love/hate Novels & Stories

“That is love, and what you felt for me is obsession.” The room is silent except for the small sobs coming from Noah. “Love doesn’t ask someone to stop dreaming. It doesn’t isolate them, manipulate them, or destroy the things that make them happy. And it definitely doesn’t decide that if you can’t have someone, then no one else can.” Noah’s hands quiver even as he locks them together. “I’m so sorry, Lila.” “I don’t hate you,” I say, and his eyes widen slightly. “But I never want to see you again.”

Zade took advantage of my parted lips, his tongue slipping inside and I couldn’t help but moan softly at the contact. Damn him. Damn him for making me feel this way, for making me want him so badly even after what I promised myself, I could barely think straight. I really realised that no matter what, I still wanted him, I still… I loved him. I couldn't stop, and I didn't want to.

When Yelena saw me freeze, she grabbed me by the throat and yelled, “Say something! You homewrecker! Are you that desperate for a man? How dare you go after my husband? “You want a man that badly? Fine. I’ll get a hundred old men to take care of you!” I spat blood in her face. “You and that cheater deserve to rot!” Yelena snapped and started slapping me repeatedly. My face swelled up fast. The pain hit hard, and soon, I felt completely numb. One of her hits ruptured my eardrum. Yet, it was not enough for her. She shifted her gaze to Hunter. “Is that your brother? I think he’s your lover.

" Daniel joked. He was glad that Lea had agreed to his request to go together. He had been sure she wouldn't want to because the last time he had seen her, she had deliberately hidden from him and Amanda. Hearing the joke, Lea joined in the laughter but cursed inwardly. Oh, I don't know. Why didn't her heart want to let herself love Daniel? If she could, she would surely be the happiest girl in the world, loved by a man like Daniel with his extraordinary attention. They parted before Lea's office building and promised to pick her up at four o'clock. Lea staggered into the office without any excitement. Her hopes of meeting Mr. Bopeng were dashed. And even if they did, they couldn't talk beca

“Keep dreaming, you arrogant bastard.” “Oh, I do,” I reply, stepping even closer until our bodies nearly touch. The heat of her skin seeps through the thin fabric of my shirt, burning me. “Every damn night. And in those dreams, you’re not fighting me. You’re underneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, moaning my name while I fuck every last drop of that hatred out of you.”

Tequila asked her sister and Dream scratched her head. "I don't know what you are talking about," Dream said and Tequila rolled her eyes. "You love him," she said. Dream looked at her but she did not say anything, that was all the approval that she needed. "You love him, but don't you know that a relationship between the two of you is almost impossible? You both come from two worlds Dream, you are only setting yourself up for hurt," Tequila said and Dream shrugged.

"You've got to be kidding me! I don't like her, not at all! If ever, it's hatred." "Really?" Leroy smirked. I stared at them deadpan as they started laughing. "Whatever you say..." Dax said, deepening his voice for effect, "but remember, there's a thin line between love and hatred. For sure that hate you are feeling will turn into love. And before you know it, you'll be trapped. And you won't be able to escape until you accept it." Pshh. Nonsense. The words still haunted me. What did Dax mean? I wasn't in love that was for sure. I've had many flings, but why would hating someone bother me so much?

she whispered to the empty air. She thought back to those two nights with Thomas. They should have been sacred—moments of deep connection in a stressful world. But they were tainted by his “disgust”. If he had been talking to a neighbor about his experience then every "I love you" he’d uttered afterward was a lie, a performance. He hadn't just cheated on her; he had been auditioning for a better life while she paid the entry f*e.

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?”

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."