Everyone You Hate Is Going To Die Novels & Stories

Lucas I hate my life, hell! I feel like dying, these days all I do is lock myself up in a room and count my mistakes over and over again wishing there is a way I can turn back the hands of time or even rewind time so I couldn't have made the terrible mistake that has cost me everything,

Hir thought echoed all around hir, but specifically around the dark, nebulous cloud in front of hir. It responded with a thought, a feeling, an idea. Of fire, of cleansing, of satisfaction. Ze took it that it was agreeing. And also that Godeater understood hir. “I do too,” ze replied. “I always have. Until lately anyway. Plus I hate everyone. Sometimes. And except for a few key people. I definitely don’t hate them. But everyone else? I want to kill them. I want to make them burn, horribly, painfully, eternally…

"In sixty seconds, eight billion people begin dying. Those deemed unworthy. Those who failed evolution's test. Your precious Architects will judge them extinct. The survivors will worship me as savior. As god. And you'll be dead, unable to stop it." Hope's power surged. "No." "Yes, granddaughter. Watch humanity burn. Watch your parents fail. Watch everything you love end." The countdown began. Sixty. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. And Nickey realized they'd lost. They'd walked into her trap. And now humanity would pay the price.

“We… we’ll protect you. I promise. No one else will hurt you.” She shook her head. “It’s not just me… they’re coming for everyone. For everyone you care about. For everyone here.” Her gaze flicked to the burned remnants of the gym and tattoo shop. “They said… they said if you don’t return her… Lyla… if you don’t give her back… this is just the beginning. Everyone… everyone you love… everyone we care about… they’ll die.” The words hung in the air, thick and heavy, suffocating. I felt a cold rage bloom in my chest, spreading like wildfire. My fists clenched, the smell of ash and burnt wood now mixed with the bitter tang of fury.

“I can’t believe you actually went after all of that.” “That’s enough, Elara. If you are not fine being with them, I get it. Hate him all you want, but you can’t expect me to follow your bidding. I can’t do everything you want.” “How are you not mad?” “Why should I be?” “Your father chose to die himself. If I'm going to be mad at him.” “Alistair could have saved him.” “He couldn’t!” my mother snapped. “He could!” I shot. My mother stared at me, anger evident in her eyes. “Elara, you don’t have the right to hate the person your father sacrificed his life for. Just know that.”

quipped Xander accompany with a chortle. “First of all, they didn’t both die. It was only the guy who died. And he was having an episode. Something about his mother’s death being all his fault.” Answered XD. “Oh, I see. Is that why you cradled him like a lover?” asked Xander with a taunting smirk. He knew that he was walking in a landmine field right now but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt the need to tease XD. But what happened next made him learn a lesson.

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

He is a fucking asshole and a self centered person! “It is time to go home!” I said with a tired voice. Missing my bed already!

Mike shook his head in disappointment. "You're fucking joking, right? You aren't actually a homo? I mean, we've made fun of him together for Chrissake," Brian said. "I was an idiot in denial back then. I didn't have the balls to say this back then, but now I do, so I'm gonna go ahead and say it," Ethan's eyes bored into Brian's. "I love Corey, and he is mine. If you try anything to hurt him or try to kick him out, I'll make sure you never get to be happy in this shitty town. I'll hunt you down and destroy your livelihood," Ethan announced.

Vincent hated me for six years. He was certain I had betrayed him, and that I had gotten his childhood sweetheart Sophia killed. So he destroyed my family, sent my brother to prison, and married me to torment me. I explained many times but he never believed me once. Then I died. But among the things I left behind, he discovered that when he was bullied, I was the one who found the evidence. When the police took him away, I was the one who hired his lawyer. When his enemies came to kill him, I was the one who paid for the tip and warned him in time to run. He hated me for all those years, and fell in love with me the year I died.