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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.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

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.

Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.

“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.”

What present do you want? Mango smoothed out the hair in front of Zion's forehead. Zion didn't stop her even though he was a little embarrassed. Mango was probably the only person that he allowed to touch his hair. I want a few books about hacking. Mango paused for a moment after listening to what Zion had said. What kind of book is that? "It's a book from the hacker alliance. You won't be able to buy it, but I'll find a way to get it later. Mommy, don't worry about it. You'd better ask Rita and Wisdom what they need."

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Julian’s POV I watched her walk off, clutching her book in one hand as she stormed off ‘I was just trying to be a good professor’ I thought to myself as a smirk formed on my face. I quickly recollected myself and packed up to go home, to my father’s house, that is. “We are gathered here to read Master Billy Cawthorn’s will” I heard the lawyer say. “Sorry I’m late” I said casually, walking down to where my step mother and her children sat.

Alice murmured. "You think it's easy for me sister? It isn't. It is not easy to reject a mate bond but I let what happened to our parents and the huge, painful turn around in our lives fuel my hate. Remember how we used to go on vacations that we loved, hang out with our friends, party all night, eat what we want, have maids at our beck and call, be the center of focus, do what ever we liked when ever we liked, have the most loving parents on Earth. Remember those days. Remember how our entire life was taken away from us on our birthday. A day we were supposed to get the most amazing surprise from our parent. Who knows what it would have been? Our own personal car? That Fendi filled wardrobe