A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

"Do you want to be tied up with the Parker's your whole life?" "They aren't that bad." Of course, she lied. "That's what you think, Kace. They'll still kill you. And I can't let that happen." "And I can't let them kill you, Kris... or dad... or everyone else." Kris reached her hand. "Kace, you don't have to sacrifice yourself. Not again." "But..." "We'll get through this." Her brother ensured her again. "Just trust me on this." ***

"We may be bound by fate, divided by blood, but our love will be our compass, guiding us through the darkness." As they parted ways, the echo of their shared promise lingered in the air, a fragile thread of defiance woven against the tapestry of ancient hatred. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, fraught with perils and shadowed by the ever-present threat of exposure. Yet, in the depths of their hearts, a spark of defiance burned, a testament to the enduring power of love that dared to rewrite the rules of their world.

"Congratulations, Andy... You didn’t even spare her image. You must hate her so much." "He loathes her," the woman said, her voice laced with hatred. "So much hatred…?" Dave narrowed his eyes at Andreas. "She must have done something very bad to you, right?.... I am curious.... What had she done to you?" Andreas clenched his jaw at the question. He was speechless for a moment before shaking his head slowly while his eyes were fixed on the table in front of him. "She did... nothing. " he replied through gritted teeth.

A woman who gave birth to an illegitimate child. And for Melly— that hatred would never end. Not just hatred. But also cruelty. Both physical… and emotional. And somehow— hurting Rossa had become something that gave her its own kind of satisfaction.

“I gave him willingly. I hated him because he was a wolf and he made my mother suffer greatly. She was a powerful witch but he broke her spirit. He treated her like dirt because she was not a full wolf. That pain is the reason I made my vow. I swore to destroy all wolves. Every single one of them.” The coven members watched me carefully. Some nodded slowly. They understood that my hatred was deep and old. It came from my childhood. I remembered watching my mother cry every night because of what she was going through in my father’s hands. I remembered the way my father looked at her with disgust. That memory never left me but giving up my own child was different. This child was supposed to be

Then, he bowed and left. The man leaned back on the recliner, his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze darkened. "Very soon, I'll ruin your life and your family's lives. I'll make you all pay for what you have done to my family." He took a sip of wine beside him and sighed deeply.

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we

I said through gritted teeth while glaring at him "Ohhh of course....no one will,more less a gold digging bitch" he chuckled without any sign of humor in it as he prepared to continue his statement which I just suspected was going to be something I was not going to be comfortable with. "I mean no body has to tell her right?" "Just decive into taking the wedding vows and let's get this over and done with"he replied grinning happily like had just made that smartest decision Ever. At the moment,I felt nothing but hate towards my self,hate at the fact that I did nothing but always let people use me.

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.