There Is A Thin Line Between Love And Hate Novels & Stories

my dad said and broke my chain of thoughts. "But dad... I know grandpa and grandma is so fond of her. But it's absolutely absurd to marry just for that" I told him now frustrated. "As I said, know her better ok?" Was my dad’s only advice before he left. Shit! How can I get out this sham. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage or you could say I don’t want be in any kind of marriage. My mind has stoped work and I feeling like I am being dragged into this hell hole which has no way out.Through all this chaos, only one person can help me.I grab my phone from my suit pocket and dial my trusted friend Xavier.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

So, easy solution: she could come live with me. She sits up and looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Are you serious?" I tuck my arm behind my head and shrug. "Why not?" "Because we hated each other before yesterday," she says. "You hated me?" I ask with feigned offense. She rolls her eyes. "You got me fired, so you can't pretend you liked me." "The line between love and hate is dangerously thin." This time, I realize I've overstepped. Love. I reach out desperately to draw the words back in. "Not to say that this is...I mean—"

Cora said. I didn’t reply immediately. Instead I just stared at the busy city streets as we cruised past. “I hate him.” I blurted out after some time. “I cannot love someone who doesn’t care about my feelings. Rodney doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants.” The witch hummed. “There’s a thin line between love and hate.” Oh please, I wanted to say. But a part of me feared she was right. We were still mates after all. There was something there, maybe attraction but not love. Rodney loved himself. Loving such a person only leads to heartbreak.

A suffocating weight settled on my chest. Years ago, Giselle loathed Jordan's dad for forcing her mom into a miserable marriage, while Jordan hated Giselle's mother for driving his own mom to suicide. For a decade, they despised each other. But after they met me, their toxic rivalry strangely shifted into a competition over who could treat me better. Eventually, real feelings developed between Jordan and me, and our families capitalized on it to finalize our marriage. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Being fiercely protected by both of them for so long had made me forget a fundamental truth: I was only ever a transactional tool for a family alliance.

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"She could be planning something. You never know. She tricked you once." His jaw twitches. He hates the mere mention of that day. "That was purely coincidental, she didn't plan anything. In any case, it's different now. I can tell that she tries really hard to act like she despises me." Act? What a fucking idiot. "You don't think she hates you, after everything you did to her?" "They say the line between love and hate is thin, do they not?" He takes a sip of his drink and stares at the wall. "She's attracted to me, I know she is. She just has to deny it because she's afraid of what everyone will say."

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

Selena sighed, "Hm. Kels, don't get me wrong. I just don't want you to like it later. I don't want him to hurt you again." Kelsey smiled faintly, "Don't worry. I wouldn't possibly like him. You know, he's the only person I hate in this world." Angel chuckled, "Don't hate him so much." Kelsey pursed her lips. "Why I can not?" Selena put her arm around her best friend's shoulder and said, "Have you forgotten that hate can easily turn into love?" "Yes, yes. The distance between hate and love is very thin, baby. So just hate him naturally," Angel said exasperatedly.

"Oh I see. You're one of those kinky girls who likes to be roughed up by the bad boys. It's okay Kyla. Your secret is safe with me. I can be as rough as you need." "You are not funny and I still hate you!" I screamed at his lower back. "Well Kitten, you know what they say," he rumbled, his hand gripping the back of my thigh to keep me steady, a touch that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "There's a very thin line between love and hate. And you're dancing right on the edge of it." "Ha!" I laughed bitterly, my hair swinging wildly near his waist. "The sky will bleed and the moon will turn to dust before I, Kyla Eclipse ever fall in love with a man like you."