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I screeched, lounging forward to shove the stranger named Mason but my mother held me back. “Oh please, do you really think I’m equally happy to be seeing your face right now? I also don’t ever want to see you again, you’re not only childish and dumb, you’re also very fucking rude!” He shot back at me, both of us doing nothing to mask our dislike and utter hatred for each other. “Oh, if I’m rude, then what are you? You arrogant swine. Why are you here, huh? No one wants you here!” I knew I shouldn’t be hauling insults at him, especially not in a place like this, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

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Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I was already being carried by Lorenzo. I tried to throw him a deadly glare but I couldn't open my eyes anymore. So instead of doing that I just leaned my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I hate you,” I mumbled weekly. It was full of resentment and I mean it with all my heart. I hate him to the core because he obviously wasn't attracted to me anymore. “Do you really mean it?” I heard him queried. I didn’t answer and just closed my eyes tightly. My head suddenly felt light. The heat I was feeling was still there but my eyelids were getting heavier and sleepiness is now taking over.

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

“Do you want people to hate you? Because that’s what will happen if you beat everyone up all the time.” I glance at Johnathan who is smiling at me. His eyes sparkle mischievously in the early morning sun. It’s the first time I see a genuine smile on his face, and I love it. It’s as if the Goddess is shining from within. It’s beautiful. “What is hate?” Gregory asks me “It’s when someone doesn’t like you,” Johnathan says. “So much that they wish you were dead.” “They don’t have to like me,” the little boy announces defiantly. “They just have to listen to me.”

I'm embarrassed that he is so close to me and I realise that I have my legs intertwined with his. " You are beautiful! Far more than any other and far more than any of your kind". I could feel the despise as he said the last part of his sentence. I dont know where I got the courage but all of a sudden I wanted to know the reason why he hated my people, so I went ahead and asked him. He frowned before he said, "They are to blame for my hate towards them!" I could sense something terrible must have happened for him to possess such feelings. Please rate the book and comment. Thank You for reading my book and continue reading. : )

Fear is a weapon if you know how to use it. I look out across the others. Their faces are hollowed by exhaustion. But some of them… some of them burn with something deeper. Hate. That’s what I’m looking for. Not the blind, childish kind—but the cold, sharp-edged hate born from knowing your enemy. From watching them destroy everything you loved. “Wolves are not your brothers,” I say, loud enough for every one of them to hear. “They are not misunderstood. They are not noble. They are monsters. And monsters don’t deserve mercy.”

Synopsis: "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ____ Prologue 8 years ago everything in my life was great. I had a happy family, lots of love, and everything felt just perfect. But then, out of nowhere, things turned super dark. It happened on a regular day that suddenly felt all wrong.