To Love And To Loathe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He makes it clear enough.” Her gaze softened for a fraction of a second, but just as quickly, it disappeared. I've always adored her but since the day I lost my memory, whatever fragile bond we’d shared had fractured, not broken into pieces that could be glued back, no, it had splintered into something sharp, something that could cut if handled carelessly.

The truth, laid bare and unsoftened. Owen sank back down onto the bed as if his legs could no longer hold him. His chest ached in ways he didn’t know were possible, like grief was pressing outward from the inside. For the first time in years, he saw her not as the woman he’d grown accustomed to, but as the woman he’d failed to love properly. Even from his own indifference. “I didn’t know how to love you right,” he whispered, shame threading through every word. “I know,” she said. Her voice was kind. That somehow hurt the most. “And for a long time, I accepted that. But I don’t want to survive in love anymore. I want to feel it.”

"It is intolerable. I no longer have control over my emotions. Even when I was avoiding Louisa like a plague, she never left my mind and my heart aches whenever I see her. I had to seek Professor Wesley for a check, but he certified me as medically fit. He suggested that I seek counseling and he recommended you. Now that I see Louisa often, I am confused about my emotions.” His eyes are full of pain and uncertainty as he glances up at Tyler. "Is it possible to love someone and hate them at the same time?" For a minute, Tyler looks at him intently. His words, "It’s not uncommon, love and hatred are strong emotions that are frequently connected by memories and closeness.

United by desire. Transformed by love.

He had no right. If he went over now, he knew exactly what he'd get in return—her contempt, her distance. So all he could do was stand there and watch her lean into another man's chest with that soft, tender look on her face. And he was powerless. In all his years, Seth had never known what it meant to love someone and not be able to have them. The feeling was sharp and strange. So strange it felt like the edge of a cliff, and the next second, he might just fall.

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

Chapter 51 Love, a beautiful calamity, and conflict take us into unexplored territory, revealing sensations we've never felt before—unpredictable and hypnotic. Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation.

My chest tightened as I tried to avoid her gaze, which was hard to do. I couldn't love her; love gave people leverage, and Moretti would use Sophia the second he knew she mattered to me. If I said those words out loud, I wouldn't be able to take it back. Saying the words would somehow give the universe permission to take her from me the way my father was taken. Her eyes searched mine as she stood up close to me. “Do you love me?” Yes, I loved her. With my whole heart, and I would. I had loved her for longer than I wanted to admit, but I just couldn't say it.

I, Vincenzo Capone, got outsmarted by the woman I loved. Loved? Loved. It's insane how, in mere seconds, your perspective on someone can take a wild turn. One second you love them more than the whole world and the next, you hate them with every fiber of your being. Your whole being caught in this intense switch, like a tug of war between what felt great and what feels like a punch in the gut. Love and hate, surprisingly alike, are these crazy powerful feelings that have a knack for devouring you from within, like flames licking at the edges of your soul.