I Hate to Love you... (On Hold)
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Last published Tue, Mar 12, 2013
It was clearly visible that he was drunk. It seemed as if I'd never really seen him so closely. His golden brown eyes, sharp features, messy bronze hair and perfect mouth mesmerized me. I shook my head to get these thought out. How on earth could I let myself have these thoughts about him? Edward started closing the distance between us, and I just stood there unable to move.
Before I could make sense of anything that was happening, he crushed his lips on mine, the kiss made me feel warm inside. He pulled out, and my arms took a life of their own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer and returned the kiss.
Evangeline Swanson is 17 and lives happily in Vancouver. Her life turns upside down when an incident that took place at the start of the year, almost happens again. She can't make sense of the new feelings that start to form up for the person she hates, Edward Brown. What will she do when Edward Brown agrees to help her with a situation and starts to close the distance that has built up between them over the course of years. How thin really is the line between love and hate?
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"Nothing. You didn't do anything," I whispered, turning my gaze back to the movie and intending to end the conversation there. He reached for my face with his left hand which was nearest to me, and gently turned it back to face him. The feel of his hands on my face, brought a whole new feeling to me. "Then why?" I held his hand firmly and removed it from my face. "Consider it natural," I said. Sure, immense hatred for someone could be natural. Unconsciously, my eyes moved down to his lips then back to his eyes. "That's not true." "Yes, it is," I said, still whispering, and trying to pay attention to the movie. "No, it isn't." He was being so argumentative. "There's something you're not telling me and I'm not gonna force you but I'm just gonna let you know that if you thought I'd give up on you so easily, you thought wrong, violet." My brows instantly furrowed in confusion and I turned my full attention to him. Is this guy insane? "What are you talking about?" He laughed a little, then relaxed back on the chair. "I think I'm addicted to you." *~* Avery, a teenager with an immense hate for males, finds her hatred breaking into pieces when she gets teamed up with charming Ian on the basketball team. Ian, on the other hand, while trying to satisfy his thriving queries as to why Avery behaved the way she did, finds himself falling completely for her as her past and reasons for her behaviour unfolds before him.
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