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“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.”

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

She giggled and I almost gagged just thinking about it. "Come on don't make me gag while I eat here!" Making Lila laughed at my comment. "Just let her be, she's just normally like that! If books will walk there then there you can get her attention. Boys are just not her thing!" And I am so agreed to that!

It was just attached to a chain. “What’s he like?” The question left her lips before she could stop it. Chloe, from the stairs, leaned forward. Leo sat back. He considered his words carefully. “Julian is… severe. He is disciplined. He sees the world in terms of assets and liabilities, risks and rewards. He is not warm. People call him cold, and he prefers it that way. It keeps things simple.” “He sounds awful,” Chloe whispered. “He’s not cruel for sport,” Leo said, looking at Chloe. “He’s just… removed. He grew up without much warmth. He decided he didn’t need it. Needing people is a risk. This proposal is him trying to solve a problem without taking that risk.”

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.

"You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body. And you know what your hate is giving me a lot of relief these days, I'm loving it, Well leave it to me. By the way, maybe you have seen something very interesting, somewhere inside that violated that touched the wire of your heart cause your face expression clearly tells that." Christian told me all hi

i paid a small fortune for docter archum's work yet the bastard came here to sell it to petrovic even though i bought it already plus getting petrovic's empire is a nice bunus too". He said " so your just gonna kill me" i asked i needed to stall to think of something through the blood rushing through my head" Luke shakes his head " what kind of sick fuck do you take me for i wouldn't kill someone i have history with but them though" he gestures at the crocodiles.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

Danika's voice broke into low whispers, "Because you are starting to forget? To let go? You are starting to let go of t-the hate you have been holding onto for so long and you h-hate yourself for it...?" "Shut up your mouth!" Vetta hissed. "You hate that you know deep within yourself that killing me will not make you feel better. You hate that killing me will not r-reverse those years of pain... You know that killing me will not heal your pain... You know that killing me will not make the King love you..." Angrily, Vetta raised the knife to Danika's heart. "I swear to the heavens that I will bury this to your chest if you DON'T stop talking...!"

My fingers are twitching around the phone and I physically have to hold myself back from throwing it against the wall and smashing it into pieces. But I can’t. It’s Kate's phone. “Who the hell…” My voice trembles. “Who would do this?” Kate runs a hand down her face. “That’s the problem… They’re anonymous. And they’re so good at staying that way. They’re just hiding like the fucking cowards hey are and blowing shit up with their toxic followers who’re busy reposting this shit and creating an Adaline hate trend.”