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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.

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****

As long as they left us alone, we felt we could leave them alone. But our books and everything they taught us might be full of false accusations. I've been taught how much werewolves hate and despise us. They kill us without a second thought. They are ruthless, vicious and wild.. They hate us and would never accept us being amongst them, let alone taking one as a partner or mate!

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he replied, sounding almost dismissive. My jaw clenched, feeling a surge of anger and disappointment. "You disgust me, Brian. Truly. For all the hurt you’ve caused—deliberate or not—know that it will haunt you. Every decision you make, every regret you ignore, will eventually catch up with you. Mark my words, Brian," I told him, voice low but firm, filled with an unshakeable resolve.

"Because you are totally ignoring me, so something is definitely wrong. I can't have my best friend ignore me and be cool with it. Talk to me what did I do wrong so that I can try and apologize?" "Nothing, you didn't do anything wrong, now should I head home if you are going to not let me read in peace." He said as Jace sat on the floor too and took the book from him. Xander sighed and went ahead to bring out another book but Jace took it from him too. "Is there anything you want me to do for you Boss?" He asked looking at Jace who frowned.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Sid Pov's . I came to the door to go to the club. That's when I saw Ahana hugging Zoya. My steps stopped over there. The way she is looking at me provokes me to kiss her in front of everyone. Only I know how I controlled myself. She still affects me as much as she did in that function, but before I thought I had a crush on her and now I hate her. In fact, at that time my smile was due to hatred. I just hate her. She is a terrorist. .

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

“Hurt me. Say whatever you need to say. I’m still here.” The permission cracked something open inside my chest that I had been holding shut with pure will. The hate rose clean and bright and furious, and for the first time in days I let it speak without trying to make it smaller. “I hate that you took me against the glass like I was nothing more than a body that happened to be standing there. I hate that you were so deep inside me I could feel you in my throat. I hate that I came around you while I was crying and that the memory of it still lives under my skin like a second heartbeat. I hate that you stood in my room and told me the claim was real. I hate that you stood in the snow and offer