Novel & Cerita What Is A Love-hate Relationship

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.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

"You've got to be kidding me! I don't like her, not at all! If ever, it's hatred." "Really?" Leroy smirked. I stared at them deadpan as they started laughing. "Whatever you say..." Dax said, deepening his voice for effect, "but remember, there's a thin line between love and hatred. For sure that hate you are feeling will turn into love. And before you know it, you'll be trapped. And you won't be able to escape until you accept it." Pshh. Nonsense. The words still haunted me. What did Dax mean? I wasn't in love that was for sure. I've had many flings, but why would hating someone bother me so much?

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

She teased. “So things have gotten this far.” Christian smirked. “Yeah, he talks about her all the time.” Kathrine told Christian. “With me too.” He chuckled. “Look, I need to talk to her.” I told her. “Hmm okay, start your relationship with hate.” She hummed, staggering me. “What?” “Yeah…” Her casual tone teased me more, “Why?!” “Look, The relationship aroused from hate is much stronger than others. Its strength would be greater than anything else.”

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha

He could hate him all he wanted, but he couldn't erase the fact that he had loved him. Even if he has to deal with all his hatred, he won't leave his side. Because Justine knows. Ray hated him this much because he had loved him just the same. And Justine would stop at nothing to make Ray love him again.

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

“Oh, God! When did it become so difficult to text someone? Damen had girlfriends when he was in college. Nothing serious. In their office, Marissa had shown interest in him but he just could not think about her in that way. She tried so hard for him to fell for her. All sorts of tricks but Damen being Damen didn’t give in. Marissa, although, was very beautiful with her green alluring eyes, her brown locks, her perfect body shape, her attitude, everything. But even with everything she had failed to capture his eye. James and Nora were well aware of this ‘wanna-bish’ relationship. They used to tease him every now and then by mentioning her name and saying silly things about them.

“I will love to take you to your mom! It’s good you see her , I know you won’t want to stay with her but just seeing her will be ok. But you can give her a visit anytime if that will be ok by you! His dad suggested!” “Father can you just stop talking about that woman? She’s not my mother and she will never be! She’s not even a human, I hate her not even in her coffin would I give him the last respect any corps deserves! She’s evil father!” Kai is saying this at the top of his voice, from the way he talks, you his father can see anger, hatred and a lot of regret in his voice. There’s no way his dad can force him to rap what he dose not want to! Tomorrow is school and he is afraid Kai may not