Amor E Ódio Novels & Stories

I probably just sign my death certifacte. Anticapation has sweat beading on my forhead. My lungs burn from holding my breath for to long. To afraid to move, when the feeling of rough fingers wrapping around my throat forces me to lift my head.My lungs cant take any more and i exhale. My eyes are still closed to afaird to look death in the eyes"look at me little mouse" he says His voice has me pushing my thighs together to stop the the rush of tingles running through them. The sound smooth like velvet, drawing me in "God What is wrong with me" i think I force my eyes open and look at him. His saphire blue eyes are the first thing i see. A think scar runs aross the side of his right eye .Stra

“You were out there, moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear." Heat flooded my face. "Oh my God." I shoved his chest softly. "Stop." He smiled against my skin. "So you admit it?" "I hate you." "You definitely don't." His hand slid higher, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast. My breath caught. “I know you definitely don't hate me when I'm inside you." "Shut up." I groaned. "Make me." I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, cutting off that smug mouth.

I asked. He gave a small, humorless smile. “It’s easier not to drown when you stay out of the water.” For a moment, neither of us moved. The air felt heavy, intimate… like the kind of silence that says more than words ever could. “You make it sound like love’s a crime,” I whispered. “In my world, it is,” he said simply. “Caring too much gets people killed, Laura.” I should’ve disagreed, but instead, I found myself studying the man in front of me… really seeing him.

"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

There was silence for few seconds,before he nearly slammed his fist on the table and screamed in irritation. "I was fine with her absence before she came....but now when I see her in his arms,all smiling and enjoying...I fuc***" can't help it ! I just can't stop loving her Amara! Her face...her smile...they are fuc**"* with my mind! Please help me Amara....I don't know what to do..I scream at her..I hurt her....I lust on her...but still after everything.....I still love her....I am going crazy!"

I said finally before staring into her beautiful doe eyes. I held her gaze for a while, her innocent doe eyes holding me captive with the way she was gazing at me with them. Watching her eyes just made me want to make promises I can't keep, and that only leaves me feeling conflicted by my own thoughts. I know I don't love her because I know I shouldn't love her, but I just find myself leaning towards wanting to spend a long time with her, and also wanting to just be happy with her. My mind was still in a conflict, but I wanted to push out the worries, so I began to lean in for a kiss when my phone suddenly starts to vibrate, stopping me mid-step.

He loves me! Told you… My subconscious said smugly. Add a little spice to this, make him beg more. I pushed myself away from him and kept a cold look. 'I already hate you, Ame, there is nothing you can do to change that.' 'No, you can't hate me, you can't,' he said shakily. My heart melted at the sea of tears flowing down his cheeks. 'No, tu non mi odi, non potrai mai odiarmi. Mi ami, Cookie, mi avevi promesso che mi avresti sempre amato. Non puoi odiarmi, non puoi perché mi ami e siamo fatti per stare insieme.' He started saying softly, like a psychopath, before shouting at the end. (No, you don't hate me, you will never hate me. You love me, Cookie, you promised me you would always love me

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput