Deeper Than Hate Rivalry Novels & Stories

Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Then, he bowed and left. The man leaned back on the recliner, his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze darkened. "Very soon, I'll ruin your life and your family's lives. I'll make you all pay for what you have done to my family." He took a sip of wine beside him and sighed deeply.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

The look he gave me made my insides twist and I attempted to walk around Sergio to reach Jeremy, but Sergio gave me a dark look, and held me back with a shaking hand. After a few seconds of strained silence, Jeremy erupted, “Not my sister you son of a bitch.” He suddenly advanced on Sergio, his entire body shaking with might and fury. Before Jeremy could reach Sergio however, dozens of people from the crowd leapt forward to hold his struggling body back. My brother held a special hatred for the Black River Pack, ever since one of their members blinded his mate in a border quarrel. And now his only sister and longest friend was mated to the pack’s alpha.

I watched him run a hand roughly through his hair, then let out a short, bitter laugh as he stared up at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe what was happening. And suddenly, after all our fights and arguments, I felt something new for the first time, a strange, burning heat I couldn’t even name. Had the air always been this hot? Or was it just him? “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed out a long, heavy breath before looking back down at me. “Do you really hate me that much, Layla?” “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “I don’t just hate you, Wade. I can’t stand your ego, your attitude, everything about you. You get under my skin like no one else ever could.”

"See you in the pool tomorrow. And right back here after." The door swung shut behind him. I stood under the hot water, cum still slowly leaking from my ass, body sore and satisfied. The rivalry burned hotter than ever. We still hated each other with everything we had. But the hate had turned into something filthy, secret, and completely addictive. And I already knew I would be waiting for him after the next practice, ready to take his cock and his cum again. Even if it could destroy both of us if anyone ever found out.

" He rested his temple in hers. "No it's not, I hate it and hate you for that." She whispered back. "I know, all I ask from you is that you embrace it ok?" She nodded. He pulled her in for another kiss, this time, longer than the previous, deeper and more passionate than the previous. She allowed herself to get engulfed by the desires of her heart…her rival's desire, totally forgetting about the fact that her car was packed outside with weapons, licensed though__ but a weapon is a weapon.

CHAPTER 6: ELLIOT'S POV The entire arrangement was completely absurd. I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open, staring at video footage of our upcoming opponent’s defensive line, but I hadn't absorbed a single thing in twenty minutes. A surrender bet, a game where the first person to fall in love loses everything. It was ridiculous, childish, and completely insane. The very thought of falling in love with Adrian Kessaro, a loud, impulsive, hot-headed brute who had tormented me for fifteen years was mathematically impossible.