Demon Hatred Novels & Stories

“Let’s get one thing straight, princess. I may like how your body fits around mine. I may enjoy the sweet little noises you make as you come, but it will never be enough to make me keep you. You, and your family, stand for everything I’m against. I’d rather take a fucking goat to my bed than keep you to warm it.” She gapes at me, her mouth hanging open now. “You really hate me that much?” Like a wild animal attacking its prey, I’m on her in a flash, letting most of my weight rest against her until she is completely locked in my hold, her face inches from mine. I lean down and bite her bottom lip hard, relishing in the small whimper that escapes her throat. I want her fire, her hatred.

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

She took in a shaky breath before speaking, "I never really looked at things from his perspective. All this time the only person I've hated is myself. I was the one who pulled the trigger that day, I was the one who robbed my son of a father. I don't regret saving my baby, but I wish I'd done it some other way. I could have shot him in the leg or done something else. But at that moment when I saw my son lying on the ground, in a pool of his own blood, and my husband, he wasn't my husband at that moment, right then he was a monster trying to kill the thing which was most precious to me. I didn't even realize what I was doing, all I knew was that I had to save my son. After that day I couldn't

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

He needs to feed his demon the lustful desire and attraction he felt towards her and after that he will become her worst nightmare. He hated her yet the attraction he felt towards her is dangerous, his demon wants her! She's going to be hurt. He'd never thought his demon could desire the girl he hates so much. He's not concerned about her being hurt, just needs to feel her embrace once again. Words couldn't describe how is body crave her touch the obsession

My senses chipped in and it was my turn to yell at him. Moving from around the counter, I stood before him, "What the hell were you thinking?" The devil opened his mouth to talk. "You are wicked, selfish and heartless to use me as a pawn in your games!" My voice croaked as I choked back tears. "I don't want anything to do with you. I hate you. Do you hear me? I fucking hate you!" “Calm down, woman!” the demon spewed out, flashing his fiery orbs. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” I repeated through gritted teeth, “I can’t be your Luna.”

Damien POV I groan as I stirred from my sleep. A felt a silky cotton covering my skin makes me frown. I don't fucking own silk sheet? I opened my eyes slowly and observed my surroundings. When I glance at my side. Yes! No wonder I am in silky sheet cause I am not in my room, not in my damn own bed. I quickly untangled myself to the blondie girl whose sprawling naked underneath those sheets. And I don't have to guess what we both did last night since it's my kind of habit, waking in someone bed. Reason? I don't like other people in my room not my bed.

her words makes me world's weakest person the touch of hers which I craved for years made me to hate human touch I became a beast within human I hates everyone I hate being loved I hate being touched infact I hate myself what wrong I did to suffer all these not a single day I slept well without any nightmares Childhood is best boon in everyone's life but it is a curse to me being a no one though infront of me everyone present Spending days by thinking did anyone ever felt having me in their life is best thing the truth is except my dad for everyone I'm a burden but what was my wrong Tears stopped coming, anger strucked in heart, smile dissapeared finally I became a emotionless person I belie

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes. Dante was an evil spirit, he wasn't supposed to live for so long yet.. he was wherever i went. He knew exactly where i was everytime.. Who was that god with dark energy that knew exactly where i could go. Who was the dark god I trusted so much? Who was the one who hated me and my mother so much that he would be willing to make me trust him before hurting me. Who was the one that acted as though he wasn't easily offended but deep inside, he carried a lot of hatred and resentment.