Books Like The Hate You Give Novels & Stories

The ones that had survived every version of him and every place he'd lived. Her finger stopped on a dark green spine, the gold lettering almost entirely rubbed away. She tilted it toward her. Walt Whitman. *Leaves of Grass.* The most worn book on the shelf — the cover soft with handling, the corners rounded, the spine held together by old glue and what appeared to be sheer stubbornness. She pulled it out carefully and it fell open in her hands the way books fall open to the pages they've visited most, the paper remembering where it's been taken before.

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Never Again 🌷 “Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?” ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

"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

Their eyes were clouded with unshed tears as they thought of that cursed day when their parents were killed by Azalea's men. They felt truly pathetic… “Why is our life like this? Why are we so ill-fated? There is the hate for parents demise on one end and our love for our mate. What do we choose… I don't think I would ever be able to stay with Azalea with such a heavy guilt” Alice lamented bitterly.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert. Feeling realy confused, I pull out the second - Priest, by a Sierra Simone, these books are giving me a certain vibe. I pull out another, laughing at the incredulous title - Does It Hurt, by an H.D Carlton, feeling really curious, I open a random page, and frown as I try to make sense of the scene. I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

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.