Novel & Cerita Hate Books

I was shocked at the revelation how could i have been so stupid i had walked right into a trap. " now now don't beat your self up dear Isabella I'm impressed and I'm not easily impressed I've been watching you for a while now and i'v seen what you can do your the kind of person i can work with a someone who goes for what they want, your brave ill give you that manipulating poor Adrian to get into the auction so you could steal my diamond is the kind of thinking that makes you a useful asset or a potentially dangerous opponent an opponent i could dispose of right now". He says eyes going red as he looked at me. As i looked into his eyes i know the feeling that his enemies felt when they saw t

Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

CHAPTER TWO 'The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you." ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief It had been a long time since he last saw her, now that he finally glimpsed a sight of her after three years full of anguish and hatred, he couldn't seem to realize whether this feeling that was flooding against his spine and heart was in fact out of longing for her, or out of pure rage.

Kobsook silently shed some tears. THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi guys, my name is Aleena. I am a new writer and 'The Hating Game' is my first work. Thanks from the bottom of my heart to all those who read this book. Thank you so much for spending your valuable time and resource in reading my book. I hope you have had fun reading this. I know this book is not perfect. But I tried my best to make it maximum interesting. I am extremely sorry if you regret reading this book or you feel like you wasted your time and money. You guys may leave a honest review. I would like to know what you guys think about 'The Hating Game'.

A man so close to Vladimir must share more than loyalty, perhaps even friendship. "So, you show me respect only because of your closeness to the Alpha?" I pressed. Craig’s gaze remained firm on the road. "No. I lived through the invasion, as did everyone else. The Risemoon pack wounded us deeply. The sight of you still stirs that wound. My blood does boil in your presence, yes, but yours boils just as fiercely when you see us. Old scars, fresh scars. They are no different. To hurl hatred would only reflect what I don’t wish to see mirrored back. Respect, at least, is fair."

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

"Potato, potahto, my friend." We laughed. "And Cacophony? That was so random, why?" "I actually do not have a valid reason," she laughed, "I just like the way it sounds. Okay, it's your turn now." I took a sip of my drink, feeling the cold fizzy goodness go down my throat as I cracked my knuckles and geared myself up to answer. "Jewels by Danielle Steele—now that's a proper love story, my sister, cranes in the sky by solange, pulchrify, and Brain on fire."

Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate every single commet and gem <3 I'm just letting you all know that there won't be any updates this week. Between Hate and Fate is officially finished being written, and I edit daily as I update, but this week I won't be able to edit as I go. I'm moving this week, so I've put all my projects on the back burner for now. You might still see Alpha Nero being updated because there are scheduled chapters set to go this week. I wasn't able to do that with this book, unfortunately.

Fear is a weapon if you know how to use it. I look out across the others. Their faces are hollowed by exhaustion. But some of them… some of them burn with something deeper. Hate. That’s what I’m looking for. Not the blind, childish kind—but the cold, sharp-edged hate born from knowing your enemy. From watching them destroy everything you loved. “Wolves are not your brothers,” I say, loud enough for every one of them to hear. “They are not misunderstood. They are not noble. They are monsters. And monsters don’t deserve mercy.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything. Till the next Adios.