The-dream Love/hate Novels & Stories

A twisted, beautiful lie wrapped in velvet poison. I presssed my palm to my forehead, as if trying to scrape the memory out. I was tired. So tired. But my mind wouldn't let me rest. Because no matter how much I wished I could forget, I couldn't. I had made a deal. And the price was Dylan. And even if I wanted to offer him up, I couldn't. Not anymore. Not that the thought of actually offering him as sacrifice hadn't crossed my mind. I hated him–yes. And I loved him too, so much that it hurt. But even more than that, I hated that I let myself get betrayed like that. But thankfully the love I have for him has erased that hatred and I hope it stays that way.

I think someone had made Damien deny and hate love so much. Maybe Damien was like me, after all.

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.

Dimitri said softly, his breath fanning Dominic's neck and shoulder. Dimitri reaches up and slowly turns Dominic. "I hate myself for hurting you. I hate that I threw us away. I dream about you every night. My dreams are so vivid and so real, I swear I can taste you! In my dreams, you let me make it up to you. In my dreams, you let me mend your broken heart. In my dreams, I show you every day how sorry I am. In my dreams, I worship this sexy body of yours, and I make love to you."

Gary let out a low breath "you need to decide the one you want. You need to choose, will you take love or will you take hate because if you don't take your time to know exactly how you feel about her, you will never have rest. When you see her with another man, you will feel broken, but when she is by your side, you will feel irritated. So you need to stand your ground on one emotion, which do you feel more?"

The dreams, the love that she cherished for a very long time, were killed in four words "I hate you, Agnes." She looked up and saw the full moon shining down on her. But it did not give her pleasure. It only reminded her of her stupid love for a man she could never have. She doesn't deserve this life. Was it a crime to love him? What have I done, Chris Duvier, to earn your wrath? She promises to make a life with him like a loving wife. She would endure as long as he needed her. But clearly, he marries her to be punished for a crime she doesn't even know.