To Love And To Loathe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

Killian wound up and knocked Alexi to the ground. Astrid walked around Liam and Astrid, placing her hand on Killian's shoulder. Love, look at me. He's not worth it. She looked down at Alexi, who was crouching, trying to regain his composure. "Listen to me, Mr. mutt king or whatever you call yourself. I will rule with my fated mate and no one else. You can give up your quest now or be destroyed." Astrid stared down at Alexi with all the power and elegance of a true queen with a hint of disgust in her eyes. She turned around and kissed Killan passionately. Alexi laughed a menacing laugh.

The four words almost seemed to have been squeezed out of his throat with a tremble. She said, "I don't hate you, and I don't want to hate you. Hate is a very hurtful feeling. It was nice being in love with you. I don't want to add hatred to it. Between love and career, you chose the latter. That’s all you did.”

Adams called. “Be careful with your words. Do not throw away your future. “she advised in her usual motherly tone. “I will always love you my son. Make your choice wisely and do not let go of your love, you are capable of love sugar, Do not allow your father to kill your love at its young stage. “ I nodded in agreement. That was exactly the courage I needed to face my father. I will fight for this love. I will leave my hatred and pursue love instead.

The drive suddenly made him feel alone as he remembered his friends' happy faces, full of love and satisfaction. Maybe because of the solemn music playing on the radio or maybe because he's just feeling alone, his mind began drifting off to the time when he was as happy as them... as in love as them. He sighed as he remembered how that kind of love turned into hatred. Hatred that made him finally decide to leave. Hatred that consumed him to the point of losing himself. Justine sighed once more as the memories that he had deeply buried went knocking once again, wanting to be remembered even after all these years.

“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.