Amor E Ódio Novels & Stories

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

Aurelio growled in her ears and she just nodded when tears didn't enable her to speak. "I'm sorry..." She cried loudly falling on the bed weakly. Aurelio pulled out the dildo from her to see stains of blood on it and his gazed furrowed "Is she a..." He thought and looked at her as a memory flashed through his head Aurelio threw it aside and slowly pealed off his clothes off his body, his tattoo looking dangerously s*xy on him. "No... Please" Amour cried. "I will always obey your order, I will do whatever you want Master but please no more, it hurts.. Pl- Ahh.." Amour gasped when he slowly spread out her legs and buried himself inside.

Catelyn was angry and glared at her sister. "It's all because you always disobey!! I told you to stop begging for that bastard's sake! Your husband is only using you. Helmut even has a prostitute in another house!! I told you from the start, dammit!! And it ended up like this, didn't it?!" Benedict's breath hitched after he finished speaking, seeing Catelyn's red eyes. He loved her, but this woman always looked at his affection differently, which made Benedict finally tough on Catelyn. "It's all because of you-"

Hate versus love, how are these words so connected as always even if they are totally in contrast? I hate when Amber does shit on everything... When she just dumps me to mind her own situation, when she makes me want to understand her, I just really hate when she sends Felisa away and when she always makes me feel that intense kissing me in nowhere...but when she...she walks slowly towards me and ask me if she should stop it...inside me silently shouting on her, asking her not to stop, I walk angrily towards her office to end all her shits about me but facing her like this...I can see her pain...all her doubt to herself, I am suddenly put back to the past when... when she eagerly asks me to

I never thought Ricardo could have such a gentle side. To me, there was only the arrogant, possessive guy and the amazing lover. I would never dare to say that this nice guy would ever exist. But I'm enjoying this mixture, these sides of him. One moment he's loving, the next he's the arrogant and amazing lover in bed.

I countered, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning within me. Her eyes flickered at my rebuttal, the amusement in her gaze replaced with an intense curiosity. She studied my face as if seeing me for the first time, her gaze burning into mine, searching for something. Was it an answer? Or was it a confirmation of the unspoken feelings simmering between us? "Maybe they do" she finally responded, her voice barely above a whisper "Because hate, like love, is a passionate emotion. And maybe, in our twisted, messed-up way, we're confusing one for the other"

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

I added and he grinned. “Okay, let's think about what to do, we can watch a movie together, and let's visit Neil tomorrow. Is that okay?” He said I grinned and agreed to him. It's too nice to be with a person you love the most. We might argue, we might cry, and we might feel pain, but that's a part of the relationship. That's what true love has, it will never be perfect, but we learn to forgive and continue loving each other. That's my definition of true love.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”