Biggest Haters In Fiction Novels & Stories

Hate is a strong word. And I reserve the use of it for very select individuals. For example, I HATE Brant Jones. I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns. Well, a new name has been added to my hate list. Ryōta Shiraishi has taken the second slot on my list. And he is uncomfortably close to tying Brant as the worst person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. I’d have laid that old man out if I hadn’t wanted to get in trouble at the hospital. He’d get a room of his own.

I commanded firmly. She didn’t argue anymore and just stared blankly into the distance. After a few moments, she took a deep breath and spoke. "You know what I hate the most?" she asked, looking at me with sharp, furious eyes. "I hate liars and people who give false hope. Those who say they don’t like you but then pull you aside, kiss you, and make you believe otherwise. Those are the kind of guys I hate the most, the ones who toy with women, messing with their heads as if it’s all just a game. I don’t understand why they find it fun. They can’t even be content with one woman. Is that really how all men are?"

She smirked, pulling me closer but I gripped her hair, scowling at her face. “Get away from me.” I pushed her away. “Oh… being loyal, aren’t we?” She teased, moving back, setting her hair. “Get lost, Angie.” I muttered, scoffing. “If it wasn’t for the war, Sapphire Goddesses would be number two and now it’s terrifying to think when the ultimate mind meets ultimate strength. You guys are the most dangerous couple on the land of Tainted Graves.” “You better stay out of our way then.” I said, moving back.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Mark sneered the word, and then laughed; "They say it's a deadly sin. No my friends denial is a sin, and those who deny greatness are the true sinners. To keep this short and use a modern term these people are haters. They hate us because they know were better and they are jealous. I am not supposed to take pride in my appearance because they don't look like me. I should hold back at work so my inferior co-workers look less inferior." Mark sighed for dramatic effect and shook his head before continuing;

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I must have spoken out loud because the voice I had been anticipating responded to my one-sided dialogue, “I hope you’re referring to me, I’m the only one allowed to be hated by you” I roll my eyes, hiding my smirk. It's barely been a few seconds since his arrival and he has already begun with his obnoxious commentaries. “Oh, I definitely despise a few other people, but don’t worry, you top the list” I’m referring to Anna and Oliver here as the other people I despise at the moment, don’t judge me, I'm petty and their kiss was only this morning, still etched into my brain, I'm going to need a few days, at least a few hours to get over it.

Hate means fight. And fighting reveals secrets.

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

I lifted my gaze, my vision blurring. “James…” My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “Do you really hate me that much? “Would my death finally make you happy?” For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even concern. But his next words were like ice. “Yes. “So die, then.”