To Love And To Loathe Novels & Stories

"Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving." "It's a classic!" "It's emotional manipulation disguised as romance." "Says the man who cried at the end." "I had something in my eye." Dominic laughed, scrolling through the streaming options. "How about a compromise? 10 Things I Hate About You?" "Heath Ledger," Ericka sighed dreamily. "I can live with that," Maxwell agreed, reaching for a handful of popcorn. As the opening credits rolled, Ericka shifted closer to Dominic, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm came around her automatically, like they'd done this a thousand times before. In a way, they had, but always w

As if she could hear my inner turmoil, Rosa paused when she reached the door, resting her hand on the doorknob, her back towards me, she called "Andera" "Yeah." "Your feelings aren't contradictory, because the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. If you loved someone and they did something to you so bad that It kills all the love you had for them, what you feel is indifference. You see them, and they're like a stranger to you; you feel nothing, nothing at all. But if you love someone and they hurt you so bad that you start hating them, it's because you still love them, and you're just sad and angry that they could hurt you." She turned to face me, her onyx eye glassy, and she star

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Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. If you don't love, can't you hate? At least I can remember. Forgetting and not caring are more tormenting than love and hate.

said Camellia's heart, trying to revive the hatred that had been growing within her. Love and hate are sometimes only slightly different, in fact there is almost no boundary between the two. Someone who initially really loves, can turn in an instant to hate. On the other hand, those who hate too much can turn back into love. The first phase has been passed by Camellia, who at first she really loved Crish, now she hates that man. Don't let everything change again.

They consumed all love and all hate as well. Let all of it end here.

I hate feeling this way—vulnerable and out of sought. The last person I loved broke me deeply and bore a monster. The monster had taken away my soul and body. It has become me.

“I have fallen in-love with you, Michael Black. That is the truth, and you shouldn’t doubt it for one second.” “I’m confused,” he admits, “how can you love me when you don’t truly know me… my darkness. There are things I haven’t told you, things that might make you hate me.” My scoff is breathy. “Hate is a strong word, Michael.” “And so is love.”

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.”

To covenant. From hate. To love. From nothing. To everything. They'd won. **THE END**