When Love Turns Into Hatred Novels & Stories

There were some sandwiches, and burritos left in the fridge but I did not have an8 appetite for any of it except for pizza. I complained to my mum Juliet, and to my dad Dickson, but they did not take my complaint seriously. My mum said, "oh let it be, he's just six, don't be a baby." I felt insulted, "what? I'm a baby?" And then I thought, maybe I'm actually being a baby since it's just a pizza. But it's not just nothing to me. I love having pizza, I wish they considered how I feel. Anyways, I gave up. Fighting with my baby brother would seem childish and absurd.

"While hatred seeks you, just as the wind seeks to be in the right direction, there is also something else behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat, but in sentimental matter far away like an ocean. The antithesis of this hatred is don’t-forget-me, but it is a love hidden in pain and betrayal. The young woman took another sweet from one of the dishes and began to eat the petals of the flower that the vines had placed, that sweet, the petal, tasted like roses and chocolate. She turned her full attention to what the moth woman was talking about, that explanation seemed as abstract as an impressionistic picture, the colors still glowed too bright for the young woman to understand. "H

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She whimpered, her voice breaking, “Everything I did, I did it because I loved you.” I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that filled the room, “Love? That’s what you call it?” I leaned down, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at me, “If what you felt for me was love, then I want no part of it, your love is nothing but poison, Erika and now, it’s time for you to pay for what you did.” “No! Please!” She sobbed, struggling against the bindings, “I’m sorry, Zade! I’ll do anything. Just… Just let me go, please!”

Marco listened carefully. “I received all his hatred for dozens of years. I think I was very stupid when I persisted when he insulted me and also beat me. My love for him makes my eyes blind. I think he will melt if I continue to fight for his love. In fact, I was wrong. In his eyes I was just trash. I was obsessed with him for a dozen years, and he responded by raping me. He didn't kill me, but he did kill my soul. He succeeded in replacing the feeling of love in my chest. He changed all my feelings into endless hatred.” Caterina said in a trembling voice. She squeezed the glass in her hand. He felt very sick every time she remembered the events of that night. Her face looked red, her jaw c

"No, this can't be happening!" A moment later, he looked up at me and reached out his hands. "Elena, you can't do this to me. I love you so much. I told you that you would always be my Donna." I looked at him and sneered, kicking his hand away. "Your Donna? Luca, from the day you betrayed me, I stopped caring about that title!"

The one everyone pities but no one respects because she couldn't see what was right in front of her face. She sat up abruptly, the room spinning for a second. The grief was still there, but a hard, icy layer of cynicism was beginning to settle over it. "Never again," she whispered to the empty walls. She wasn't just talking about Thomas. She was talking about the very idea of letting someone in. Love wasn't a sanctuary; it was a vulnerability she could no longer afford. From now on, her heart would be a fortress—no blind dates, no "I love yous" that slipped out, and certainly no one allowed close enough to tuck her hair behind her ear.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

“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

" I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, forcing myself to block out the sickening sounds of their intimacy. I had foolishly believed my will to live was stronger than my hatred for them. But I was wrong. God, I hated them. The love I once felt for Celia had turned into an equal measure of hatred. More than that, I hated myself for falling in love with two women who could both hurt me without a second thought. I didn't know how long it took before everything outside finally went quiet. Just as I was about to give up and accept my fate, the lid suddenly creaked open with a narrow crack.