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

His words instantly wiped the gleeful expression off Max's face, leaving an icy mask behind. "Perhaps she doesn't like me now, but at least she doesn't hate me. You, on the other hand, are acting like a fool for pestering her. Am I wrong, Alec?" Max's counterattack matched Alec's. They grew tense instantly, as if ready for a brawl. "There's a thin line between love and hatred. The more she hates me, the more I linger in her heart. Do you understand?" Alec said. Max sneered at that. "Are you sure?"

"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."

I say, huffing out a laugh. “Well, then, maybe that’s better than nothing,” he says. “What does that mean?” I ask, turning to frown at him. “Have you heard the saying, ‘there’s a fine line between love and hate and the opposite of both is indifference’?” “No. Is that some stupid human shit?” Jax chuckles. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t truth in it. If she hates you, it means she’s not indifferent to you. If she was, then I’d say that maybe your mate bond is as non-existent to her as it is with Iniko.”

“I just don’t want her having fun. I want her miserable. Exhausted. Angry. Exactly where she deserves to be until I decide I’m tired of her.” The words come out harsher than I intend, like I’m trying to convince more than just him. Shane raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “Wow. That’s passionate for a man who doesn’t care.” I glare at him but he only laughs harder. “You should be careful,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s a very thin line between hate and love.” I scoff, taking a slow sip of my drink. “That line doesn’t exist for me.”

She said to me and I chuckled darkly. Her hate was better than her nonchalance or impassiveness. Hate was something, it was an emotion, and they always say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I’ll find that line and obliterate it till she loves me as much as she hates me. I don’t want just one or the other alone, I want both, I want everything she can give and more.

’ under my breath. “I know that I can’t love anyone other than my Swetha. And I really need an heir. If you think that I am not serious in my words just because I am not touching you, then you are wrong. I don’t want my Son or daughter to get a mother who doesn’t love them completely. So I am waiting for the problem to be solved and by then you will even reduce your anger, and then we will start our married life.” He explained so simply like he was explaining a lesson and not my life here. “You can’t do this because my anger will never reduce, and my hate will increase for every day.” I said glaring at him.

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.”

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

Mandy said with a tight throat, the words hurt her but she should know better than to fall in love with a man who hated her and she almost died because of love. "Mandy, I..."

I asked, too curious not to ask. “Sure. Whatever you want.” He shrugged, taking a mouthful of his drink, watching me curiously. “Why were you always such a jerk to me? If you’ve liked me all this time, why were you always pushing me over when we were kids and being such an ass to me? You do know that I used to hate you, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, looking at him apologetically. He laughed. “You know, there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn’t realise,” he suggested, grinning. I smiled because that was exactly what I was thinking earlier.