Hate Books Novels & Stories

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

PTSD. REVENGE. SCÀRS. SLÀPPING. STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIA TORTŮRE. TOYS. VIOLENCE. *The author does not promote such practices and neither advices you to do so. If you think any of the above subjects could stress you and isn't for you, do not proceed, but if you think you can handle an Anti-hero like Jeremiah Sokolov, please be ready for the ride ahead. I hope by the end of this book, you'll fall in love with these characters.

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***

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Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

If this went public in court… Stephen would be exposed completely. Sebastian looked at me carefully. “Are you sure you want to do this?” For a moment I hesitated. Not because I still loved Stephen. God no. That part of me was completely dead now. But because part of me still hated conflict. Still hated public drama. Then suddenly I remembered: Walking into his office and seeing him with another woman Him blaming me for cheating Him humiliating me publicly Him calling me horrible names online Him acting like I meant nothing after everything I sacrificed