When Love Turns Into Hatred Novels & Stories

She don’t think she can face him. She finds it difficult to accept that the man she has been deeply in love with is actually someone who raped her, and the intense hatred she once felt for him has now transformed into strong love. Will she be able to forgive him for causing her such misery and for always deceiving her and pretending to be someone he is not? “Vandal has my undivided attention.” She sobbed uncontrollably, asking herself how she could now purge the deep feelings of hatred she once harbored for him and turn them into retaliation for what he had done to her. The tears welled up in her eyes and would not stop flowing.

I cried tears streaming down. "Xander, let go of me; I can't stand you. I don't love you anymore." I said again like I was reminding myself. Did I stop loving him? That was a question I didn't know the answer to. My love for Xander turned into hatred over the years. After all, there was a thin line between love and hatred. "I am sorry I made you suffer, please don't say I should stop because I can't." He swore, his hands firm. I struggled to get out of his arms, kicking and scratching him, but he didn't bulge in the slightest bit.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

Antonio thought this was the best revenge against Soren—being hated by the woman he loved. However, he still did not want Soren to have it easy. Antonio ordered his men to place items left behind by William and Isabella next to Soren's ashes. "It's not enough for all of you to face judgment in hell. You have to torture each other in hell and redeem yourselves with the old Don Rossi!" Loving someone meant sharing their hatred. Sophie finally understood that love was not about asking the other person to let go of their hatred. It was to share the burden of their hatred.

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

now your working for them you left me but i understand why you did im not the heartless bastard you think i am"He says. He clenched his jaw as his eyes flashed red. But Bermann stole from me, he has to pay raven i don't forgive, i don't show mercy that's why I'm the man i am today." He says taking a sip of his scotch ."I know" i sighed as i stared out unto the dancing couples.  * quick note listen to this song it really sets the mood😘😘* The band starts playing a slow love song that i remembered from my first heist with the crew. It's the day i made my largest score and the day when everything changed Monaco.

Mandy ran her eyes over it, then she remembered everything, that was the place they first met, he stared at the first chair she sat in, which was the very same chair, she sat playing with Noor and right there, was where she met with Lauren and his group, the setting is same but the difference is, Noor and Leah are no longer there. "Lauren!" "Yes, I was going to have a contract right here with you back then, Six months, we should go our separate ways, 'cause I don't love you and you don't love me." "No, you hate me." "I couldn't say I hate you, I was just protecting my heart, so I hide under the shadow of hate, let's call what we have as, love in the coat of hate." "What?" "I was jealous, see

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?