Hate Books Novels & Stories

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

The ones that had survived every version of him and every place he'd lived. Her finger stopped on a dark green spine, the gold lettering almost entirely rubbed away. She tilted it toward her. Walt Whitman. *Leaves of Grass.* The most worn book on the shelf — the cover soft with handling, the corners rounded, the spine held together by old glue and what appeared to be sheer stubbornness. She pulled it out carefully and it fell open in her hands the way books fall open to the pages they've visited most, the paper remembering where it's been taken before.

Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove. He casually said, "A few days back, one of my friends told me that women enjoy these childish items, so I bought one. That way, people would know I'm taken no matter where I go. Does that ease your mind a little?" I felt my eyes twitch. The words "Exclusive Seat for My Wife" pained me. However, I did not tear it out. Instead, I merely forced a smile as I said, "I like it!" "That's great!" Theo was happy to hear my answer. He then changed the topic and said, "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."

"How can someone do this to their own child? All you people care about are curses and harming your children, so why let them live? An evil county like this deserves to burn." "As he said this, Nathaniel suddenly moved and his cold eyes were scarlet once again. He looked as if he had claws of his own, threatening to tear anything in front of him to pieces." "His endless hatred was like a tornado, showing no mercy to anyone that came in the way." Bettany felt as if her heart was about to stop beating. "She knew about Nathaniel's hatred for Nanny Zhang and poison, but this was still the fate of the Zhang family."

Evely had a sentimental look on her face as she talked to Sophia, "Gosh! Let it go Sophia." "Don't start making those faces now and go read some books too." Sophia cut her off rapidly, trying not to break down. Sophia's hate for wolves was never a secret, everybody knew, her close friends, far friends, everyone knew, some said she was delusional, while others said she was mad, she was brave, lots of different comments. "I know this won't work, happy reading but I doubt you will ever find one." Evely said.

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level. I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

I looked for a movie but nothing interested me, I stood up to go to the library " Sit down." He said sternly I sat instantly " Where are you going?" " To take a book?" I answered " Fine, I'll get you one." " You don't know my favorite type! Hey, Cole, ugh, you don't feel like you are exaggerating." I raised my voice to make him hear me, " You are insane!" I yelled He came back, I puffed and leaned on the couch, he gave me the book 'the hate you give'

"Unfortunately, my phone's battery is dead so I cannot contact her. Well I guess, we really need to wait until tomorrow so I can escape!" "By the way, since both of us are together, would it be okay to read some books to kill time!" "I don't give a damn about books, they are just a pile of trash stock in my room so there is no way I am going to read one!" "As you have heard, I also hated books and don't read them like any other girl. But I don't think they are just piles of trash especially when the author really exerts an effort to create one!" "No, books are all the same, they offered nothing to any of us and there is not a single book which is worth reading!"