Characters In The Hate You Give Novels & Stories

"They all want you to leave...they all hate you...Vicky hates you" "No...no...NO HE DOESN'T" I yelled back "Sunny hates you" "Sona hates you...you are the reason why she was raped" "No...no...no...NO" "Farhan hates you...Preeti hates you and last but not least...your dear Eyshana hates you too, more than you can ever imagine"

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I ask in bewilderment, “Why would you continue to put so much effort into people who don’t care about you? Why risk your life for people who don’t deserve it? And how are you not bitter?” “I’m ambivalent. That’s what I am. Yes, I hate that I’m alone, I hate that I’m hated for things I didn’t do and I hate that my own people turned on me. I hate my life,” she says with tears in her eyes, and seeing that brings back that tightness in my chest. “But it’s the only one I have. I can hate this life and how I’m seen and treated, but I can’t hate those who do it, because it’s not their fault. If I was in their shoes I would feel the same way. They have every reason to think I’m the monster they bel

My heart thumped furiously, the rage I felt immediately I saw her, was enough to make a storm erupt from my chest. My jaw clenched tightly as anger began to take control. The sight of her standing on the other side of the fence looking like an angel made me burn with hatred. I glared angrily at her until she glanced back, meeting my eyes for a brief moment. She stared blankly for a moment before walking away. My eyes followed her closely as she walked through the field. When she disappeared I took a deep breath, controlling myself. “They are stronger now.” One of the slaves whispered. “Yes, she was just a fuck buddy before, but I'm sure she'll be the Luna.” another slave replied.

I kept a straight stare ,I didn’t want to behave weak in front of her ,but I knew that I couldn’t hold it for long,she was definitely going to smack me right now . “ when I talk to you ,you don’t keep me quite “ she half yelled and the next thing I felt was a very hard snack on my face . My lips bursted immiduatrly and the blood rushed out ,and that was when I let out the tears that I had in my eyes . I knew I was weak ,I was an omega but why do people hate ne so much ,why do I have to be unfortunate . I wanted to say a word but instead she grabbed me harshly me by my hair making sure I felt every inch of the pains ,I tried letting go of her but none of that was happening her grip on me was

He lifted his head and looked at me and his eyes were dark and completely serious under all of it. "You want to break up with me," he said, "then earn it. Make me fall out of love with you. Make me hate you, Kimani Lia Bennett. That is the only permission I will give you. That is the only way out of this that exists." I stared up at him and he stared back down. My brain was trying to process what he had just said and process everything else at the same time and it was not managing either task well. "Kim baby!" Jaxon's voice came up from downstairs, loud and easy. "I've got your chocolate bars. Where are you?" A pause. Then, with a different energy entirely: "Where the fuck is Roan?”

I hated him His mouth curved faintly. “I’m just joking, midget” You can make other friends, Leah. She’s bad news. You don’t need someone like that in your life, her mom’s an alcoholic, and she would only steer you in the wrong direction It’d been four years since I overheard Knox talking to Leah about me. He wasn’t the first person to think I wasn’t good enough, and all my life I have been trying to be good enough, have the perfect grades, be the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the best I could, and still, it wasn’t enough, my boyfriend had still dumped me. .

Zay – Age 8 I never meant to hurt her—not really. At least not in the way she thought I did. But I couldn't help myself. Every time Violet Rivers walked into a room with those oversized sweaters and too-big glasses, looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole, something inside me... twisted. Not with anger. Not even with hate. It was need. And back then, I didn’t know how to handle that.

“I hate these assholes.” “Oh, yeah.” Charlotte gave them a wry smile. “Me too.”

Thank you for reading this book, and once again, I appreciate all the love, support, and kind words that everyone has given me. For the patience and trust you had in me with this story. This has been the darkest story I have written, and Theon was a character who was not meant to be just a hero. He had committed sins, some of which will forever remain. Yileyna, our innocent yet naughty Yileyna, where do I start? She was a young girl who, in a way, was infatuated with Theon, unable to see anything more than the love she felt for him. They both grew, both changed for the better, and only then were they able to truly be with one another.