Characters We Love To Hate Novels & Stories

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

I sighed. “So it was hate sex? I’ve heard of that from women back in Athens. And they always say it’s a thin line between love and hate.” Melite frowned. “I guess. I mean, I don’t hate her. I’m not too fond of some of the things she says. But nothing is enough to make me hate her. I reserve hate for people who truly deserve it.” I shrugged.

Plus, I was petite, with curves in all the right places (according to Piper and my other friends). The point is, we’ve known each other for so long. Shouldn’t they have known my character by now? Shouldn’t it have been obvious that I would never have done anything to hurt or cost someone their mate? Especially Alec? They managed to kill the love I had for them. The respect I had given them was flushed down the drain. With each torture. Each pain they inflicted. My heart grew to hate them. To despise them. I’m not really a bad person, and I would never wish anyone harm, but I hope Alec and his pack rot in hell.

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

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

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

I can do this. “Hell no, Katie. You know me so well, you know I can never fall in love with Alex. He’s an asshole and a jerk, he’s unserious and bad at school. I can’t fall in love with such a person.” I expressed explicitly just how much I hated Alex’s character. It’s repulsive to a girl like me and I’m only putting up with it because of the plan.

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

Persephone Adelard hates you! She could not hate me. If I could not hate her despite all she had done to me, there was no way for her to hate me. When I thought of her, I got angry and wished I could hit her but it was not because I hated her. It was not unexpected for me to be angry and frustrated with her since she kept acting out but it did not mean I hated her. It was the same for her. Although she held a long grudge, she could not hate me. It was impossible for her to hate me. What was it that people said about first love? I was her first love so I was her forever love.