When Love Turns Into Hatred Novels & Stories

she said, using her free hand to clutch her heart as if in pain, which made me cringe inwardly. "Didn't you hate him to the core months ago? How did that hatred turn into this...?" I questioned, shaking my head in amusement. "It's just over time, okay? You know what they say, hatred can turn into love since they're both strong emotions and…" "That's enough. I don't want to hear any more about your love life. I've heard more than enough since you started dating that man, and it's making me dislike him little by little," I declared, and she laughed.

I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest twisting into something darker. Love had turned to hatred. And I was ready to burn everything to the ground.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

Wyatt said, "I could feel that you hated him so much, but hatred arises from love. If you no longer love him, you wouldn't hate him this much." Elianna took a step closer suddenly and said, "I loved him, that was me being blind with my heart. Now I see his true colors, all that love has turned into hatred. Hatred doesn't mean I still love him, it's because he was too heartless." Her eye sockets, involuntarily turned slightly red.

Poor Arjun. "If your drama is over, I should leave." Saying so she turned to go but got hit by a waiter there and slipped in Arjun's arms. Arjun looked at her while she closes her eyes in fear. She gets relieved that she didn't fell. So opened her eyes and looked at Arjun. His eyes had so much love for her. She could see that easily. But can she easily love him after that betrayal. She knew that she went through so much and she can't love him the same as before. Why he is trying to have her back in his life. It's a pain for both of them. She slowly stood up and left the place without even glancing at him. Arjun knew that he had to work hard to make her fall for him again.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

Came Alma's question which caught Damien offguard. "Alma are you alright? Is everything okay with you?" Damien asked. "Is it that you can't turn me into one because you never loved me enough?" Alma said almost tearful, the alcohol was already getting into her head. "You know that I've never loved a woman like I did to you, but I respected your decision that we could only be friends. Even now I only love you. If you can accept me then I'II be ready to love you entirely, but if you want us to be friends then I’m glad still. Now what about me turning you into a vampire, are you really sure about that. Remember you hated anything to do with vampires, now you suddenly want me to turn you into one

"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?

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Betrayal. Something inside me snapped. The flickering embers of hope, the desperate yearning for forgiveness, for a second chance, extinguished completely, leaving behind only cold, hard ash. The love I’d clung to, the love that had driven my reckless attempts at redemption, curdled, twisted, transforming into something ugly, venomous. Hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred. For Charles Campbell, the snake who’d stolen my life, my company, my wife. And for Agatha.