To Love And To Loathe Novels & Stories

More tears rolled down her angry stares. “What you did is no love. All that you have done to me is made out of pure hate, anger and greed. Evil! The lots of you! Tis’ not me you love. You have nothing but the throne in mind and betrayal towards me deep within your core. You are incapable of love. So many innocent lives are dead because of you. This is not love. You can never justify this as love.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

at last I whined "Why!??? Just love me instead" She chuckled and pulled my cheeks before passing by to arrange the plates "Love is hard"I whined again "No Love is taking risks..and here,I've taken the risk that maybe he might love me..or I'd never be loved..that's it" I rubbed my temples .."that's even more complicated" She laughed.."you Know love begins with hate..if you hate someone so much..that you can't stand them..it's love"

And love makes people do terrible things. Even me.

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted

The intense love I had for her had pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to grant her forgiveness. In the depths of my soul, a tempestuous love for her brewed, an intoxicating elixir that simultaneously consumed and healed me. Like a potent poison, it coursed through my veins, seeping into every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. Yet, paradoxically, it was also my medicine, a balm that soothed the wounds of my heart and ignited a fire within me. This love, both a curse and a blessing.

I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I was already being carried by Lorenzo. I tried to throw him a deadly glare but I couldn't open my eyes anymore. So instead of doing that I just leaned my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I hate you,” I mumbled weekly. It was full of resentment and I mean it with all my heart. I hate him to the core because he obviously wasn't attracted to me anymore. “Do you really mean it?” I heard him queried. I didn’t answer and just closed my eyes tightly. My head suddenly felt light. The heat I was feeling was still there but my eyelids were getting heavier and sleepiness is now taking over.

Her words registered in his mind but he made no effort to show what actually was running in his mind. At that time, he noticed her eyes turning glossy. Her voice cracked in the middle as she kept yelling on his face. But still, not wishing to move, he watched her silently, as if trying to understand what she even meant. “You said that I enjoyed your touch, didn’t you? I tell you that only my body has asked for your touch, otherwise I loathe not only your touch but your existence.” Loathe… His gaze flickered. “All that you have done to me, I have started hating you!”

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

If I hadn't heard the truth with my ears, I might have been fooled by this display of grief and guilt. However, now that I stare at the expression he had so carefully arranged into sorrow and devotion, all I could do was let out a bitter, involuntary laugh. So, this was his love. A love cold enough to kill my wolf, to sever my bond with the Moon Goddess, and to strip me of all my pride. Louis took my silence as shock. Gently, he stroked my hair and said, "Get some rest. Don't be afraid. I'm here." Then, he turned and walked out without lingering for even a moment longer.