Biggest Haters In Fiction Novels & Stories

"And what would you do to this Evangeline if you had the power?" "I would make her suffer." The words came out in a rush, like she'd been holding them back for months. "I would take everything she loves and crush it in front of her. I would make her beg for death before I was finished." I laughed. I couldn't help myself. The pure, crystalline hatred in her voice was music to my ears. "You speak my language, little mortal." She blinked, surprised by my reaction. "You're not shocked?" "Shocked? Child, I have conquered seventeen realms through strategic application of suffering. Your thirst for revenge is refreshing, not shocking." I stood up from my throne and walked down the steps toward her.

I hated him His mouth curved faintly. “I’m just joking, midget” You can make other friends, Leah. She’s bad news. You don’t need someone like that in your life, her mom’s an alcoholic, and she would only steer you in the wrong direction It’d been four years since I overheard Knox talking to Leah about me. He wasn’t the first person to think I wasn’t good enough, and all my life I have been trying to be good enough, have the perfect grades, be the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the best I could, and still, it wasn’t enough, my boyfriend had still dumped me. .

Someone who attended strategic meetings regularly. He looked up at me with hatred burning in his eyes. “You are a disruption to the established order.” I stepped forward slowly. “My existence threatens corruption.” His lips curled. “Your power will attract wars.” “Wars were already coming,” I replied calmly. “Because of people like you.” He attempted to stand but the creature appeared behind him instantly. Its massive claw pressed down on his shoulder. Immobilizing him. The battle finally ended. Silence returned to the chamber. Smoke filled the air.

No, it couldn’t be. I turned, heart in my throat, and got a better look at the man who had fired the gun. Tall. Powerful. Cold. My blood chilled. Alpha Vladimir. The ruthless leader of the Mancini Pack. The nightmare parents used to frighten their pups. He looked at me with disgust, as though I were something filthy clinging to the bottom of his boot. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hurt us. We’ve done nothing."

We avoid each other like cowards. We avoid each other like cowards. Not strangers. Not enemies. Cowards. Because strangers don’t memorize each other’s footsteps. Enemies don’t hold their breath when the other walks past. But we do. Every time. I hear his door open. I wait five seconds before stepping out of mine. I hear his voice down the hall. I walk the other way. It’s stupid. Childish. Pathetic. And it hurts more than any fight we’ve ever had.

She continued, “In my hatred, I slowly started snatching everything from her. First of all I snatched away everything from her, her mom, dad and even her house and then trapped her boyfriend in my trap. Seeing us both in the same bed, the poor girl was devastated and ran away from there. But her luck was so bad that on the same day she met with an accident on the road and lost her life. However, even after her death, my hatred for her did not go away. I even hate her name. One day I accidentally read a novel by that writer. In which the girl's name was also Swati. If it was any other name I would have had no problem with it. But he wrote the heroine's name as Swati in that story and also sho

I was so freaking angry. I hated Sinister. I hated Mr. Mobley. I hated Chris. I hated all of them. They were all the same. White men, they're all DEVILS!

"I'd rather get help from an ogre.." Among all the creatures in the supernatural world, Killian had distinctly told me about the three he disliked most. He hated the witches cause they tended to favor the side they'd benefit from, regardless of justice. He hated the vampires cause they were too proud, according to him. The last ones he hated were the elves who were always timid to speak their opinion. Quarrel was about to arise between Killian and the vampire lord until Sloane raised his hand to speak, "The floor is yours, Sloane," Azrael prompted him to come up to the stage.

I felt – ridiculous and guilty that I constructed this image in my head, one in which Cahir hated me and wanted to punish me. He didn’t need a reason – I’d found out in Silver Moon that people didn’t need a concrete reason to hate others. Most people in Silver Moon didn’t have a reason to hate me, they just followed the trend. I felt I was easy to hate – maybe there was something about me that annoyed others so I was used to being hated without reason. I didn’t think of why Cahir would hate me.

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.