Christmas Hater Novels & Stories

"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 hummed in response. “We don’t have to worry about rogues, Carl. We’re a peaceful pack, nothing could harm us.” I smiled. “Leave them be, I don’t care about being unfortunate. Bad people deserve to be punished. I hope he never finds the poor girl.” I smiled, opening my eyes and turning my face to him. “Oh, so you care about a person you don’t know exists or not?” He teased. “I am justice, Carl. Violence is hatred, I could never hate anyone.” I told him.

I glared at the pothead who wasn't looking too cocky now. "You kids might wanna run along now before you hear something you shouldn't." I dismissed the kids before Kat accused me of scarring them for life. Her face looked like a storm cloud, served her ass right. I waited until the kids had cleared the room before turning back to the sneaky ass adults in the family. "Katarina you know Hitler's little henchman still believes in Santa and now there's little Cody who still has years of that shit. If you don't want me telling your kids that fat fuck don't exist, you better not mess with me on this shit."

"Alien?" "Yes, Alien." She nodded, "You're acting as if you belong on Mars! I mean, he's C R A Z Y H A T E R, despite his name, he's really lovable and courageous for voicing out his opinions!" I find it amusing that she assumes that CrazyHater is a 'he', that I'm a 'he'. I chuckled loudly, "You're calling me an extraterrestrial just because I'm not a fan of CrazyHater?"

And his deadly tone tells me no nonsense. After that, he falls silent again and turns up the radio in the car. The fucking playlist in the radio is like it's meant to annoy and torture me right now. All kind of heartbreak songs are being played. They fucking kidding me? It's one week to Christmas can't they play some fucking Christmas songs? Just as I thought so Mariah Carey, with All I want for Christmas is you, starts playing. And straight after Lonely this Christmas from Elvis Presley starts. Nearly furious I switch the fucking radio off. "Are they all fucking kidding me?" I burst out. "Why does this fucking world hate me so much? Gosh, is it the fact that I was born? Even this fucking ra

Clover said and we both laughed, “Any specific thing you want in him? Like height, profession, and other stuff.” “He should be perfect and better than Zade,” I forced a smile on my face. I didn't want him to be better than Zade, I just wanted Zade. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, it wasn't about Zade, it was about my family, I didn't want them to feel sorry for me, I just wanted to have a normal Christmas and pretend to be happy at least. Clover clicked away on her laptop, “Done, we should be getting notifications any moment from now.”

It was hella hard to take him seriously between that and the Christmas Carols he had made one of him men turn on which he sang karaoke style. Was this fucking real life? But Amber wasn’t fooled by his surprisingly not bad singing or childish games. The Hatter was a dangerous man indeed. She had heard the stories about him growing up in The Fringe. Enough to give you nightmares and her mother had threatened her with getting a visit from The Hatter when little Amber had the nerve to wake Krystal up at three in the afternoon because there was no food in the apartment. Mommy Dearest said The Hatter would eat her covered in syrup starting with her toes. Amber didn’t doubt that cannibalism was som

"I'd rather you not refer to this as helping...I don't help others." "Because it's against the bad guy code? Or because you hate people overall?" He sighed, face tightening and his eyes becoming pensive as if reminiscing. "I don't hate people. I hate their ways...deceit, envy, betrayal..." His jaw clenched at the last word. "I hate it all." "Why?"

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

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. .