HATE ME GENTLY

HATE ME GENTLY

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"Hate Me Gently" Some hearts don't break-they bruise quietly and carry on. Until someone sees the pain beneath the armor. Ava Blake doesn't believe in love not the kind that doesn't leave scars. She's guarded, sharp-tongued, and tired of pretending everything's fine. Asher Carter is everything she hates: calm, unreadable, and too good at hiding his broken pieces. They weren't supposed to matter to each other. But when a cruel twist of fate throws them together, old wounds resurface and so does the undeniable pull between them. They fight. They clash. But beneath every insult is a secret truth: both of them are terrified of being truly seen. Enemies-to-lovers. Slow-burn tension. Messy pasts. And a love story that's not about saving each other but about learning how to survive together........
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They started as classmates, then friends, then something that didn't quite fit any word. The problem? Neither of them were ready to call it love. They never meant to fall for each other. It just happened quietly, in glances that lingered too long and silences that said too much. What started as teasing and shared notes turned into something heavier, something neither of them dared to name. Elena swears she's fine keeping it undefined, even when her heart stumbles every time his eyes find hers. And Noah he hides behind jokes, behind that easy confidence, pretending he doesn't care when he clearly does. It's the kind of almost love that burns slow, the kind that ruins you softly. Between laughter and denial, comfort and confusion, they walk the line between friendship and something more, too scared to cross it, too scared to let go. __ Friends to something less than lovers, more than bestfriends.

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