Everyone You Hate Is Going To Die Novels & Stories

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

“Fucking liars! How dare you set a foot in my territory while well aware of the fact that I hate fuckin’ werewolves and their very existence! Death is a small price to pay for your mistake.” ***

I was Sofia De Luca, the only biological daughter of Marco De Luca, the most powerful Don. Then my parents adopted Celeste De Luca as my younger sister, and everything changed. My birthday party could be cancelled because she threw a fit. My place at the elite academy went to her. Even the ruby brooch my grandmother left me was taken away because she said she liked it. On nothing but Celeste's word, my parents branded me a traitor to the De Luca family and personally handed me over to a rival family as a hostage. I endured every kind of torment there. They toured the world with their adopted daughter and lived in luxury. They forgot me completely. It was only when Celeste finally caused a di

I want you to suffer. I want you to understand that everyone you love will die because of your pride. Because you won't surrender." The voice paused. "Here's how this ends: You sign over Chen-Hale Industries to my shell company. You divorce Leon. You disappear. Or I kill everyone in your life, starting with that lovely grandmother who survived a kidnapping once already.

I had read it to him, standing in front of the stone with my coat pulled tight and the city making its usual noise somewhere behind the trees, and I had said everything I should have said years ago when I still thought I understood what his death had been, before I knew it was not just loss but the first act of something that had eventually reached all the way to me. "I found them," I told him. "All of them. It took five years and more than I should have had to give, and they are not all going to prison, and some of what was done to you is going to stay unprovable, and the world is not going to be entirely just about any of this. But I found them." I stood there for a while after that, not s

"If nobody hates me." "That's the problem" we step onto the sidewalk "you think you're perfect when you're not. Nobody loved you seriously, Max, everyone wanted to envy and hate you. Just see how others act now that you're dead. Do not care. And that's because you did something wrong with them. The first thing we will do is reward that. You have to do it. And not just out of interest, you have to feel it." Max stared at my words. It might have sounded harsh but it was the truth, and the truth sometimes hurts.

He wiped the tears off my face with a thumb that lingered too long — like he didn't trust his own hands. "I hate people who die," he said quietly. I blinked. "Everyone dies, Carter." "Yeah," he said. "But I hate the ones who die for others. Who disappear. Who leave scars behind. Who ruin the people that love them just by not being there anymore." He brushed away another tear, gentler this time. "I hate a lot of things, Hailey. But you? You're probably the only one I don't want to hate." A whisper escaped me. "You have yourself too, right? So I'm second on the list."

“Because I wanted to know… why? Why do you hate me so much? I know it has nothing to do with my return to the pack. You’ve felt that way longer than this. So, why? What did I ever do to you?” All I ever did was live, love, and be myself. Nobody deserved to go through what I've been through because of it. Zenya doesn't respond immediately but when she does, it's a bombshell I never expected. “I don't hate you. No, hate is putting it lightly. I fucking despise you. I wish I could split your fucking head open and splatter your brain cells all over these concrete. I wish I had killed you instead of listening to him!” She’s heaving by the end of her death threat speech. And I felt my jaw drop to

I'm evil and bad and cruel filled with so much darkness so when I die, tell my story to kids to learn love and not hate , to learn Joy and not sadness , to learn peace and not war, to learn happy and not unhappy . my parents didn't teach me that. they taught me to be better by than everyone else and I honestly don't blame them. I blame me because I'm evil and thats just how I was born. I'd rather die then feel how I'm feeling and the look in everyone's eyes right now like " to hell with this bitch , she should die , she's miserable , I hate her " I'd see Sandy on the other side and I hope she forgives me because no matter how evil I am , I feel so much pain right now and ... and ..and ..

Yes, that's the plan. Weren't we all born to die anyways? I don't fucking care if I sound selfish. I'm he one suffering. If I die, I die. No one else is going die. It's just me. In fact it'll be one less waste of air. Yeah, one less person in the overpopulated world. One less from billions. Whats one less? Nothing. Exactly my point.