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

“Shit, do I get a medal or something? Is there an award? A button or ribbon that says ‘I made Cassidy Summers speechless’?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Go fuck yourself.” That was all I could manage to say as I shook my head. I don’t know what to do with this guy. I want to punch him, but I also want to kiss him. This is what they mean by a thin line between love and hate. Not saying I love or hate him, but those are the extremes of my emotions. “That’s what we were talking about. Me fucking myself watching you fuck yourself. See, we’re back full circle.” Collin chuckled.

She laughs. So she was going there. She saw me. Why not just walk up to me then? she would have caught me red handed. “Imagine how hurt I felt as you tore my uniform. How I felt as the scissors cut the fabric, tearing them apart. The only person you truly love hurting you. Singling only my uniform out. But then again, I told myself, you singled me out. It must be because I have a place in your heart. That if it was even hate, I still had a chance. They say it’s only a thin line between love and hate. Oh my god, it sounds silly now that I say it out loud. Love is indeed blind.”

How hard it is to find that fairytale kind of love, the one they sell you in books growing up, the one you spend years dreaming about and waiting for, while out in the real world people play games and break each other for no reason at all. How you can love someone for years and never really know who they are, not until they've taken what they came for and dropped the act. I wrote about the thin line between love and hate, because how do you explain loving a man for years, and now the only thing you want is to wrap your hands around his throat? I wrote that I wished there were a place where the good-hearted ones only ever met their own kind, and the liars and manipulators got funneled off to

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

Henry's voice was skeptical. "In Xander's words," I was put all the blame on him. "There's only a thin line between love and hate." ||||||||

I said in a low tone looking sideways. And I found him smiling. “You will be mine soon. Your every pain and problem is mine too. I will always be there for you in every situation. I’ll be your shield. Your every danger has to face me to reach you.” I wouldn't lie that his words didn't touch my heart. It fluttered my heart and made me feel blessed to have him in my life. But it's also true that my whole heart is occupied by Zade. Even though I have him to the core of my heart. But there is a saying that between hate and love, there is a thin line. If I day I don't love him anymore then it's a fucking lie. Because my heart still beats for him. My heartbeat still races to see his handsome face.

I said and she looked at me with pity. "I don't know what you might have heard but Angel had not mentioned such to us and even if there was truth to it, I doubt Angel would spend the rest of his life with someone he didn't love." She answered and I nodded. I hoped she was right. I shouldn't care but how do you stop your heart from not caring? This was the curse of love that even hate couldn't overide it. They both existed well beside each other, it was just a thin line sperating them.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

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.

Today is Sunday. And Sameer and Naina had planned a get-together party with Sameera and Puneet. Naina had a doubt that something is going on between them. But not sure. She had asked Sam about this but she just ignore it sometimes or sometimes say she and he can't be together as she hate him most in this whole world. One great person had said that Love and Hate both are very close to our hearts. As we love someone with our all hearts. And also hate someone with our all hearts. Between hate and love, there is a thin line contains. Which can break easily someday.