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Kabir Hashmi was anything but gentle—or even human—when fueled by his hatred. ​ “Now, Zini. Say goodbye to mum and dad. We’re leaving. I have plans for you.” Kabir brushed hair from her face with icy calm. ​ He savored a perverse calm as her face flushed and her lips quivered. The violent shudders wracking her body at his nearness only deepened his cruel smile. ​ However, his expression faltered when Ziniya whispered, “No.” ​

I couldn't be happier. “I'm sorry for how our last conversation went, I really shouldn't have blamed you for the shortcomings.’’ I apologized sincerely. “It's okay. I understood how you felt.” She also seemed happy to finally hear from me. “It has been pretty rough for me, that's why I haven't been communicating with you. The Alpha is being so cruel to me, does he hate me now because of his rejection?” “Rejection does not cause hate. Only in situations where one party is willing but eventually got rejected, the rejected party exhibits the hate.’’ She explained

"Next time, mind your business and watch your steps*. The head chef said and landed Alice a slap. Alicia could do nothing but watch. The vampires had circled her. How did their life get to this? She hated the vampire King. She hated him with deep passion for making their lives this way. Hated him for killing their parents. Hated him for taking their land. Hated him for being their mate. Hated him for bringing them to this prison he called a mansion and for making them go through all of this. What did they do to deserve this? Alice walked out in tears. "And you". The head chef said coming towards Alicia with a knife in her hand.

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He fucking sold me, his sixteen year old niece to one of his business partner. His name was Drake Smith. He was forty two years old when he bought me for two months from Luigi. In those two months, he would beat me, torture me and rape me. He was the one who took my virginity. I couldn't take it anymore so I ended the bastard for good. I killed him in cold blood without feeling remorse after. I was sixteen when I made my first kill. He had a gun on his nightstand and he was on top of me, ripping my clothes off. I grabbed the gun and shot him.

And after I turned five, he never smiled at me again. "Emilia." He called my name with a frown. "How could you let your assistant insult Hannah? Is cruelty just part of your nature?" I turned and met Hannah's gaze. Her eyes, slightly red and glistening with unshed tears, sparkled with the innocence she had perfected so well, making her look delicate and fragile. It was a skill I could never master. "Are you even listening to me?" Ethan snapped, losing patience as I stayed silent. He hurled a folder from the desk at me, and its sharp edge sliced across my cheek.

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.

“All that you have done to me, I have started hating you!” Hate, his jaw clenched. “So much hatred that seeing you in front, I either feel like killing you or dying myself!” So much hatred… He fisted the sheet under his palm. “From the bottom of my heart, I hate you, Hades!” She gritted out and that was the moment she saw him glaring at her. But she was not scared right now. The anger filled in the eyes of both was burning each other, but no one considered it necessary to lower their eyes.

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

“Back then, I didn’t know what hate really meant.” He leaned back, turning his head to look at me fully now. “And now?” “Now I know it’s not the opposite of love,” I said quietly. “It’s just what’s left when everything else burns out.” Hate. It’s what I felt for Antonio, not Rino. I never hated Rino, I just resented him for existing in my world at all. Antonio, though… I hated him so fiercely I wanted him dead. I smoothed the front of my skirt one last time, “I should go,” I said, standing, and he rose with me like he was my shadow.