Loveandhate Stories

Her body shivered he could feel the fear in her, and could sense the tears already running down her cheeks. "Are you scared" "Please let me go" she said in a whisper her voice cracked. "Shh.... I haven't done anything yet, there's more to cry for, save your tears cause by the end of the night I promise, you won't have tears to cry with even if you want to". His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, not yet claiming, just tasting the tension. His other hand found her waist, gripping, keeping her against him as though the night itself might try to steal her away. ..... The sheet was stained with crimson. His chest tightened. "If there was blood then......." he turned to have a good look at her. this wasn't the girl,she wasn't the girl that insulted him last night she was different totally different fragile young..... Shock slammed into him, a truth so brutal he could hardly process it. He had taken the wrong one. The wrong girl. Before he could act, Isabella's body gave way. She collapsed off the side of the bed, a broken cry slipping from her lips. Instinct overtook him-he caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm around her trembling frame. "Are you-are you okay?" His voice was hoarse, unsteady, nothing like the cold arrogance from seconds before. Isabella's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal. She shoved at his chest with what little strength she had left. "Move away from me, you animal!" ........ a mistake that changed everything. Isabella Dela Cruz was 19 when her life crushed into a complete disaster as a result of a mistake, a mistake he made. RAFA'EL DE LUCA. a ruthless Mafia boss who crushed every soul that crossed his path without mercy. but this time he missed his target, and now they're bonded by fate.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

June and Felix are the only couple that really make sense in their highschool. Through all the drama they stayed together, they've joked about them seeing people becoming a couple after them and breaking up before them. Till one cold evening. There is a party where June comes later because of a friend that lost track of the time. But when they enter the party Felix has his arm around another girls waist.. 'Cry till there are no more tears left to roll over your cheeks cuz of that boy.'

BOOK 1: The Cursed Marriage of The Lion and The Serpent is a full-length novel book series featuring Lord Voldemort and Hermione Granger. Set in 1999 after the Order lost the war at Hogwarts, Voldemort has seized and weaponised the school. Following the collapse of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, the two surviving groups form an alliance and negotiate an understanding in a forced marriage law, forcing Hermione to marry Lord Voldemort. Three rules of the Marriage Law: 1) The Heir: By the end of the first year of marriage, the couple must produce an heir. 2) Daily Public Appearance: The pair must spend a set amount of time together in public and at formal balls, ensuring that the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix watch the couple and maintain the image of the union. 3) Forced Sequestration: The couple is immediately obligated to reside together in an isolated house, with no servants or outside contact, until they reach a mutual agreement. If all three guidelines are not fully followed by the end of the first year of marriage, Hermione could find herself with a lethal and incurable curse.

They call him the Butcher of Westfort. A man who ends wars without hesitation. A commander feared by kings and whispered about by children. A monster, some say. Liora was never meant to meet him. An orphan of Zeb County, she has spent her life surviving a war that never truly ends. Until one night, she saves a dying stranger and unknowingly ties her fate to the most dangerous man in the realm. When he returns as the new Commandant of Zeb County, everything changes. He chooses her. First as a civil advisor. Then as his military advisor, a position no woman has ever held. Thrown into a world of power, war, and politics, Liora must stand beside a man who can be both terrifying and dangerously charming. But nothing is ever that simple. Because Liora is not who she says she is. And Caspian is hiding more than just his reputation. As secrets unravel and the past begins to surface, love becomes the one thing they cannot afford. In a world where loyalty is fragile and power demands sacrifice, choosing each other might be the most dangerous decision of all. .

They were never meant to cross paths- but when they do, something feels... unfinished. Zoya trusts easily. Ayaan doesn't trust at all. What begins as nothing more than tension slowly turns into something neither of them can explain- or walk away from. But not every closeness is real. And not every feeling is safe. Because sometimes, the person who stands closest to you... is already planning your fall. And the worst part? You don't stop loving them.

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞?" "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" Two childhood playmates, separated by a misunderstanding and bound by bleeding hearts. What will their endgame be? 𐙚 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘:- • 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 • 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 • 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 • 𝗘𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

She had everything, money, power, a name that opened doors without knocking. He had nothing but ambition, charm... and a smile that made her forget he was her driver. She hired him to drive her empire. He drove straight into her heart. But love was never enough for him. Because when money, power, and status called... he answered-no matter who he had to betray. Even her

In a world where destiny sways like flames in the wind, 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲 blooms as a story of forbidden passion and spiritual longing. She is his best friend's sister. And He forceed her under the influence of drugs. What will happen when his best friend know about it. What is Sara's next step..... ･ﾟ: ✧ 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲 [ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ](# 𝓓𝓾𝓮𝓽 1) ✧:･ﾟ °•·★:°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°:★·•° The balcony air was heavy with rain, but all I breathed was her-She, draped in crimson silk saree, it's doing something... My pulse thundered as I closed the gap, fingers brushing the bare curve of her waist where the saree dipped low. She gasped, sharp and trembling, her body arching into my touch like it had been waiting all along. "Why are you doing this to me?" I rasped, dragging her closer, our bodies colliding in a heat that made breathing impossible. Her nails dug into my shirt, eyes locked on mine with fire and defiance. "You hate me, don't you? This marriage-it's a prison. Then why does your pulse betray you when I touch you?" She shook beneath my hand, voice breaking as it spilled out. "Because you're everywhere... in my thoughts, my dreams. I fight it, but you make me want to give in." Her lips hovered near mine, the ache between us unbearable. toward me. "Then stop fighting baby, I don't hate you, you know na, That was a mistake I made in the past, you won't punish yourself for it. Please,." I whispered, desperate, my forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling. Her warmth, her scent, the storm in her chest-everything pulled me deeper. My lips hovered at hers, brushing in a tease that burned hotter than any flame. The world faded, leaving only this madness, this deewangi that could devour us whole. One heartbeat. One kiss. And nothing would ever be the same. ✧ 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩

උබයි මේ ශිවගෙ පාර්වතී. උබේ කැමැත්ත ඇතුව හෝ නැතුව...

Read it. This the part two of Ek Mulakaat, do read the part one.

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ʙᴏʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ : sᴡᴀɴɴʟᴜᴠʀ ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

"They broke her. Now, she's the one controlling the narrative." ​Ten years ago, Elena Coleman was the girl who believed in forever friendships. Then came the party, the betrayal, and the viral nightmare that stripped her of her dignity and her future. ​Now, Elena is the face of the evening news-calm, controlled, and untouchable. She has a perfect life and a perfect fiancé. But when an invitation to a private reunion arrives, the polished glass of her new life begins to crack. ​Vanessa is still playing games. Tamara is still hiding secrets. And Noah? He's still the boy who watched her drown and didn't reach out a hand. ​They think they're meeting for drinks and memories. They don't realize Elena isn't the victim anymore. She's the lead story-and she's about to expose them all.

Proxy Mein Pyaar Class Mein War, Dil Mein Pyaar Har jagah takraate hain. Har baat pe ladte hain. Phir bhi, door rehna option nahi hai. Ek school. Ek group. Multiple stories. Kuch pyaar loud hota hai, kuch chup rehta hai... aur kuch bilkul galat hote hue bhi sahi lagta hai. Yeh kahani attendance se nahi... un lamhon se likhi gayi hai jahan dil present tha.

takemichi thought that he can change everyone fate due to time leaping ability. but he dosen't know that who plays with someone fate his fate will play with him

When fate play games, it has the power to bring catastrophe and left people to reel over the bitter sweet taste of life. This story takes you to a journey of two best friends, two princesses , Devkirti and Sanghamitra who became the puppet of time and fate. DEVKIRTI has never crave anything more than freedom. But she never knew that her freedom comes with dejection making her an unwanted and shunned wife of an aloof and withdrawn man with abysmal secrets. A man akin to her nightmares rendering her perplexed if its freedom or captivity that she had gained. SANGHAMITRA has always dreamt of a blissful life with her lover, her fiance. But she never expected that desperate circumstances would led her in the arms of an another man with whom she had never imagined a future with. Bounded by duties only, love, for her has become a distant dream. All its takes two powerful Man, one bond and a life threatening oath for fate to play its cards. With a WAR brewing in the distant future, Can Devkirti and Sanghamitra navigate through this journey of unexpected changes, unseen betrayals, gnawing guilts and somehow finding love and peace in the way when all the hope for it was lost.

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He believes she stands with the people who destroyed his world - the murderers of his only sister. She marries a stranger she barely knows, not for love, but for her family. Because for them, she would sacrifice everything... even herself. He is cold, arrogant, and merciless - a lawyer who lives by the law but feeds on hatred. She is a doctor - trained to save lives, now trapped in a marriage meant to ruin hers. They try to hate each other. They fail. Caught between revenge, truth, and a love that was never supposed to exist... what happens when hatred starts feeling like home? There's no proof. No confession. Just the fire of grief and a thirst for revenge that refuses to die. So Yuvaansh does the unthinkable. He marries Meera Kashyap - Sidhaant's younger sister. Not out of love. Not for companionship. But to ruin her. Break her. Punish Sidhaant the only way that could truly hurt - by destroying the light in his life. But Meera... isn't the fragile girl he expected. She's fierce. Ambitious. Full of life and dreams - dreams she now watches burn one by one. Yet she refuses to bend beneath Yuvaansh's hatred. And as the days pass, the man who wanted to shatter her begins to see cracks in his own armor. Guilt creeps in. Desire sparks. And buried beneath years of silence, a truth trembles to rise - A truth that could rewrite everything. Because Mannat never got the chance to speak... And the real killer is still hiding in the shadows. Will love survive when betrayal runs deep? Or will the weight of revenge destroy them all?

One night of savage passion. One silence that destroyed everything. Khushi Kumari Gupta came to Delhi with only one goal: to confront the ruthless billionaire Arnav Singh Raizada and make him pay. Instead, she found herself lost in a night of raw, explosive desire that shattered every wall between hatred and need. At dawn, he was gone. And so was she. Years later, the man the world once feared has become something far darker - colder, more dangerous, and completely untouchable. When fate forces their paths to cross again, Khushi looks him straight in the eyes... and pretends he is a stranger. Arnav knows she's lying. The silence from that night still hangs between them - thick with secrets, lies, and questions no one has dared to answer. What really happened after that night? Why did she disappear? And how far will he go to drag the truth into the light? Some nights don't fade with sunrise. Some nights wait in the dark... hungry, angry, and ready to devour everything. A dark, obsessive short Story romance packed with possessiveness, buried secrets, and a love so vicious it refuses to stay dead. The night is calling. Dare you step inside? ❤️

ANNIKA I hate him and I'm his lawyer. I can't stand him, despise everything about him and yet I can't stop wanting him. And I hate that I want him, knowing who he is, knowing what he does. He's danger, he's Mafia and still I'm addicted to him as before maybe even more. And that's a big fucking problem. After all he was and always will be my ruin. ADRIAN She's my lawyer. And she's the best in the city maybe even country. She's fiesty and smart mouthed, has a attitude on her, takes no shit from me, doesn't respect me one fucking bit. All of the things I hate in a woman but with her I love them. And I want her, I want her so fucking badly that I might get addicted to her. AGAIN. And I don't want that, because this time I might not survive from this. After all she's my obsession. My. Only. Obsession