Biggest Haters In Fiction Novels & Stories

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

Serena As I ran, tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. The family I hoped would love me had shattered my world, revealing their role in making my life feel like a living nightmare. Beta Janus, once a figure I considered a father, now fueled my hatred. He separated me and my mom from our group, leading us to the sinister Mathide, the source of all my troubles. Then there was Romin, driven by a relentless desire for power, who betrayed his own twin, causing chaos, especially for Damon and our pack. Thoughts of them stirred a potent hatred within me.

Another brutal revelation. "Zara beti, she is fabricating. Don't trust her. " Mumma shook her head. But it was late. I have already trusted her. It was my Mumma’s doing. We both had suffered only because of her. But why she did this. Why? I snapped at Mumma. She was staring at me with a look that I shouldn't believe whatever she was saying. Oh... I would have believed her blindly had I not seen the hatred she has for my Aslan. And I very well know the reason because all my life I have heard mean words against him from her mouth. Orphan...penniless. Slumdog...garbage.... etc. She never uttered one good word for him.

He stepped into my path, blocking me with an air of superiority that made me bristle in anger, “Don’t be so quick to run, Elaine. I could show you things Zade wouldn’t dare. I’ll bet under that fiery attitude, you’d enjoy every love I send to you. I've always wondered what sort of person my baby brother would go for. Now I see just what his type is, and it's funny how we share the same type. Although it's such a pity that he's going to throw you away for that Mila Hall. So why don't you leave him and come to me instead? We can have a lot of…” The sound of my palm connecting with his cheek echoed in the air before I even realized I’d moved. His head snapped to the side, and a stunned silence

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

But Dominic's shadow loomed large, a reminder that our baby's fate was already intertwined with the mafia's destiny. Still, I held onto hope. For now, I was content in Dominic's love, surrounded by unlikely friends, and carrying the promise of a new life - our family, our haven. ******************************* Jenna's voice trembled. "Please, don't do that." Max's grin twisted. "I'm just playing. Let you be my pet for tonight." Jenna's eyes flashed with defiance. "Viktor will kill you." Max's expression darkened. "Ahh, baby doll, you made a grave mistake saying Viktor's name. That bastard is my worst enemy. He killed my sister."

So I would stop feeling: the hammering ache in my heart, the echo of his cruel words in my head. He hated me because I was a human. There had been hints all along that I failed to notice. Pathetic human. Pathetic human. Pathetic human! The boldest, loudest sign. Again and again. I laughed out loud, shaking my head. Funny how his whole kind hated the humans as if we were the ones killing them mercilessly.

The climax was explosive and devastating and transcendent, and Dimitri cried out because the pleasure was too much to contain. They lay tangled together, breathless and spent, and Dimitri rested his head on Nikolai's chest because he needed to hear his heartbeat, needed to feel that he was real. "I hate him," Dimitri said quietly. Nikolai pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I know." "I hate the way he looked at you, and I hate the way he touched you, and I hate that he has memories of you that I don't share." "He doesn't matter." Nikolai's voice was firm. "He never has because he was a distraction and a ghost from a life I left behind. You're the only one who matters."

I had allowed myself, in the very private parts of myself I do not show anyone, to feel something that resembled hope. Luna Jane. I do not want to, but it finds me in the quiet of this cave, and I cannot always chase it back out. That was not rumor, not gossip; that was something I witnessed with my own eyes more than once: the specific, bone-deep hatred of a woman who had been trapped too long beside someone who does not see her. She hated Alpha Darius in a way that was quiet and total, with nowhere to go. No, hating someone and killing them are not the same country; they are not even the same continent. I know what it is to hate someone you are also afraid of, and that kind of hate makes y