Novel & Cerita Booktok Hate

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

He replied walking away and refusing to turn back despite my screams and rants. "I'm the best fucking company you can ever have or hope to have because you're so...so...annoying." By the time I was done speaking, I was out of breath and Aaron had already taken off in his car. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so angry, but Aaron had a way of always pissing me off and bringing out the worst in me. I couldn't stand him and I hated myself for it. Still, I wasn't about to let him have the last word and have me feeling like a fool so I wasn't in control of myself when I practically ran to my car shoved the key into the ignition and turned.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

I snorted. The fact that he doesn't want me going anything against his favorite pet,trigger me on, I don't care how this last long,maybe of he keeps hurting me, then one day I'm going to start hating him then finally reject him. A loud growl sounded behind me,I didn't bother looking around, I knew the beast was reading my thought, I want him to be able to feel my hatred for him In fact I want him to burn in hell. . . . Tbc.

Volume 3: Fifteen. * This chapter is dedicated to Essy love one of my friends on social media. She's just too sweet. You can check out her book, Hated World on N******t. It's very interesting and worth reading, that I can assure you! Thank you! *

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His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

People began to talk amongst each other and it was quite amusing seeing how everyday early turned towards me for a response. "We have hung out a few times, we are working on being friends that's all." I responded leaving no room for arguments. "So you don't hate him nor anyone in his family?" Another question was thrown. "I do not. Not even Mrs King. It's unhealthy and tiring to harbor hate." I responded. "Why is the book then titled the Clapback?" The same person questioned and I chuckled weakly.