Amor E Ódio Novels & Stories

"Fighting evil with evil is not called justice" MOHINI .. .. Love was a set of emotions and behaviors characterized by intimacy, passion, and commitment. It involved care, closeness, protectiveness, attraction, affection, and trust. Aarya had an Extreme feelings of attachment, affection, and need for Mohini. He didn't want Mohini to stay at her parents house. His BEAST suddenly started acting dramatic The beast had strong feelings of attraction and respect for his Beauty. But he was helpless as his fleeting emotion of care, affection, and like was making him weak.

“She really hates me, Ephraim. And I don’t even think she’s wrong in doing that. I deserve her hate. I always said that I was the villain of her story and turned out I was worse than a villain. But...” I met his gaze as I confessed, “But I can't help it. Every time I think of something happening to her, every sane thought disappears and all I want to do is to lock her away so she’ll keep breathing. I know it is wrong and I know... In the perfect world, I should send her back to her family but I can’t. I fucking can’t.” My words were a tortured growl as I admitted, “La amo. Nonostante mi fossi ripromesso che non amerò nessuno, che non darò a nessuno alcun potere su di me, che non permetterò a

That would be disastrous. 'Don't worry. This is only physical. We still hate him. We will always hate him.' 'I don't want to feel this... this lust.' Amelia said to Freya and Freya sighed. 'I know. But you will, because he is your mate. Our mate.' 'I hate him. He is- he is sick and insane.' Amelia said as Colton's hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass tighter and he pulled her towards his hard, throbbing arousal and ground against her soft body. He groaned softly and she hated herself even as she let out a moan.

Patrick added. That was the last straw Amayah could take, his family saw him as a monster and wanted him out of their lives. They treated him like trash and it pisses him off. Isabella the only person he thought would behave differently from his siblings was also now acting like them. She hates him for killing their mother, Amayah understood the hatred but not with the calling of names. “I’m not a monster”. Amayah said inside of him to calm his nerves down. He was boiling with anger and was trying as much as possible to calm himself down. He could feel his body temperature rise, his fist bursting into yellow, blue, and red flames.

Her last words were laced with sarcasm, but Regis only laughed, making Amora glare sharply at him. After a moment, Regis stopped laughing. He looked at Amora with bright, shining eyes. "Do you know what I hate and like about you, Amora?" he asked. Amora raised her brows. "You hate me because I like to argue with you and speak out of turn," she said. Regis nodded in agreement. "And for what you like ...," Amora paused briefly before confidently saying, "I don’t think you like me at all." Hearing her response, Regis smiled, amused. "Are you so sure that I only hate you?"

she murmured in a low, shy voice, “but I never wanted sex out of obligation. It should come from love… It should be lovemaking.” Cristiano’s jaw tensed. He was on the verge of snapping. Enough of this foolish talk about love and dreamy expectations. Love didn’t exist. It was a myth—something only the weak and naive believed in. Still, he tilted his head, his tone suddenly softer, smoother—deceptively warm. “Te amo, amore,” he rasped, and Siena’s lips parted in surprise. “I love you,” he continued, “and I had to confess… from the very moment I saw you, doll.”

Verin told her, firmly. "But loving one of your Queen isn't a crime" replied Kally, almost arguing. The atmosphere turned gravely cold. There is a chilling cold aura. It was Verin's doing. "It is not a crime but total foolishness. Love is a game that fools play. I am a king, and kings don't have time to love, if I am too fond of Nayla, I can acquire her and make her my favorite Queen, that's all" Verin got up and turned around to leave.

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

"So, what? Why? Maybe you like Lita no? Hey you're child abuse, it's only 18 years old. I don't care about Lysander anymore so don't mention him because my head is heating up!" "She's not minor. You know Am, you're really beautiful when you're angry. Even if your noses are smoky you're definitely still beautiful." "Tsk. Don't me Liam. I'm not in the mood to fight you. You're annoying!" Amore just goes through everything in anger so that the man won't notice her. Maybe she didn't even notice that her view of the man seemed to be changing. If you used to be just a mean stranger now you are gradually becoming special as the days go by.

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.