The Continuous Hate

The Continuous Hate

WritingGirl_123

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Parts 2

Ongoing11m

Last published Thu, Aug 9, 2018

adventure friendships hate love romance

"Why don't we come up with a plan to break our parents' friendship apart?" I said. "Wouldn't that be wrong? It is our problem to deal with," Xavier mentioned. "So? I hate you and you hate me. We wouldn't have to see each other anymore if we go through with this," I shrugged. "All right, I'm in." ~ Two people who grew up with hate for each other and the only thing that keeps them together is their parents. They devise a plan to break apart their parent's friendship until they start to develop feelings for each other. Will they continue to pursue the plan or finally admit that they grew some sort of liking to each other? Who knows? You just have to read to find out.

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