Book Review The Hate U Give Mga Nobela at Kwento

I will like to inform you that a book two of this currently underway and i would let you guys know when i would be posting it. And yippe...Who wants to see George and Nicole' s Love story and how their love story turned out. I would post the link here as once i am done. But be sure the Book 2 of Hate to Love would be posted here Anticipate. Please feel free to leave comments. Thanks a whole lot. Hope you enjoyed reading the book

I was twenty-five years old and terrified. The book was released on a Tuesday. By Friday, it hit the bestseller list. "It's number three," Rebecca called to tell me. "And climbing. Early reviews are incredible." I read some reviews online. They ranged from glowing to hateful. Some readers connected deeply with my story. Others called me a traitor to humanity. "Don't read the negative ones," Kyle advised. "They don't matter." But they did matter. Every hateful comment reminded me why I'd written the book. To combat that exact hatred with truth and love.

Gosshhh alam kung ako ang pinariringgan niya kanina duh its to obvious gosh ako lang naman ang walang experience about that kind of misyon gosh Gabi na ng maisipan kung lumabas wala ng tao pero hindi ako takot pumunta ako sa library at saka kumuha ng librong kailangan ko alam kung hindi ko sila mapipilit mag kwento kaya ako na mismo mag ang gagawa ng paraan nakita ko ang katapat sa pintuan nmi may maliit na harden kaya ipinasok ko ang hawak kung libro saka ako humiga bakit ganon bakit lagi nalang ako, ako yung walang kaibigan, walang nakakaintindi wala lahat sarili nalang meron ako ang unfair.... i feel someone watching me i know hes ethan.

Her eyes bore into Jonathan’s, searching for the truth, but she found only cold indifference. Jonathan, despite his ruthless exterior, couldn’t help but feel a surge of self-loathing for what had transpired. He wished he could reveal the whole truth, but the dangerous world of the mafia was a web of secrets and blood ties. Hazel’s presence was a constant reminder of the price paid, a constant reminder of his own guilt and regrets. As the silence in the room stretched, Hazel’s mind raced with questions, while Jonathan’s heart ached with the burden of the secrets he couldn’t share. The mansion was cloaked in shadows, and the mysteries that surrounded it were far from being unraveled.

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I looked for a movie but nothing interested me, I stood up to go to the library " Sit down." He said sternly I sat instantly " Where are you going?" " To take a book?" I answered " Fine, I'll get you one." " You don't know my favorite type! Hey, Cole, ugh, you don't feel like you are exaggerating." I raised my voice to make him hear me, " You are insane!" I yelled He came back, I puffed and leaned on the couch, he gave me the book 'the hate you give'

He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.

"You want everyone who knows you to say it! Every person you drive away, every person you push to the edge, you 'secretly' long for them to speak the very words that sting your own tongue." The room seems to shrink at the magnitude of Ryan's words, a weighty silence broken only by the rustle of fabric and rugged exhales. Ethan's anger surges forth like waves crashing against the shore, his eyes aflame with indignation. "Mr. Miller, how dare—" "How dare I?" Ryan interjects, "Pardon me again, but, Sir…not everyone possesses the extraordinary true ability to read minds. Such a gift belongs to only the rarest of individuals. So why, tell me, do you always expect others to decipher the convoluted

“You did good back there. You didn’t panic. You protected her.” Evelynn glanced at him, her voice barely a whisper. “I was terrified.” “That doesn’t mean you weren’t brave.” There was something in the way he said it like he understood what it meant to be afraid and still move forward. Like he saw all of her, even the cracks she tried to hide. “I hate this,” she murmured. “I hate that they’re after me. That people are getting hurt just because I exist.” “You didn’t choose this, Evelynn. None of us did. But we survive. That’s what we do.”

He barked. I was short of words and sobbed silently, as he turned and left without looking back. He didn’t even want to hear my side of the story… but why would he? I was the woman he hated… Anger, pain and hatred seared through me like an active volcano. I felt like a thousand spears had pierced through my heart as I wiped my tears. Elijah Reed, from now on, you’re dead to me.