Novel & Cerita Booktok Hate

Another thing is that normal school textbooks can only be opened manually but this book opens by itself immediately after you're done reading a page, and the page you've just read will go blank if it was read by another person except for the owner of the book. "Oh?" the man could be seen surprised. "That lad is here, Ha-ha… This kid would be surprised today, Hehe. I can't wait to see the expression on his face," the man laughed strangely, humming some strange songs. It could cause a disaster for the music industry if what he was humming is a song. 'Thud, thud, thud' Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the room. One was steady and light while the other was unsteady and roug

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

Neither Sam nor Nick had really been fighters before they left but certainly made up for it now. Surprise, surprise. That entire area was absolute chaos. Savagery, claws, teeth, and willpower. My brother’s arrogance and conceit were oozing out of him. He didn’t give a shit that his people were screaming out in pain, some having already lost their lives. They were collateral damage to him. That belief would be his downfall. It was clear why the Goddess hadn’t made him the firstborn because he’d have made a horrible fucking Alpha. That was more than apparent in his rein as the self-proclaimed Alpha Hades.

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

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•

Evan's POV; I went home swearing vengeance. You know that thin line between love and hate?I've crossed it. Blake Thatcher was now my sworn enemy. My nemesis. A literal comic book villain in business casual. Blake was the Voldemort to my emotionally fragile Harry Potter. I shoved open my bedroom drawer and furiously began sorting socks, like organizing ankle-length cotton could somehow restore justice to the universe. “Who the hell says ‘You’re the moron that fell in love after one kiss’ and just walks away like that?” I muttered to a pink sock with a hole in it.

The opposite of teaching hate is teaching love and appreciation - not tolerance or blindness. If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

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! *

“If you’re going to attack me, at least don’t make it so pitiful.” She spins, cheeks flushed red, anger, shame, both. Her fists curl tighter. “I’m not pitiful.” “Prove it,” I bark. She charges again, teeth grit, fury blazing now. Good. Anger is better than fear. She swings, faster this time, less sloppy. I block, shove her back with a rough palm to her shoulder. “Better,” I say, smirking. “Still Wolfless.” The word cracks through her like a whip. I see it. See the way her eyes burn, how her chest rises with ragged breaths. She hates me for it. Good. Hate means fight. And fighting reveals secrets.