Hate Books Novels & Stories

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

Kelly was a perpetual sucker for historical fiction and dark romance. On the organized reading table were more books, a cute DIY pen cup holder, a maths set, and random glittery red hearts and stars stickers on the table as well as the portion of the wall it occupied. Of all the little table items, the only thing that snatched more of Gianna's attention was a book inscribed The Vladimirs And The Way Forward Pt.1. Curiosity getting the best of her, she trailed a finger along the rough handwritten words. "Sorry I took a minute longer." The sudden voice made Gianna retract her fingers like the book suddenly burned.

People began to talk amongst each other and it was quite amusing seeing how everyday early turned towards me for a response. "We have hung out a few times, we are working on being friends that's all." I responded leaving no room for arguments. "So you don't hate him nor anyone in his family?" Another question was thrown. "I do not. Not even Mrs King. It's unhealthy and tiring to harbor hate." I responded. "Why is the book then titled the Clapback?" The same person questioned and I chuckled weakly.

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

SERAPHINA Seraphina had always believed that hate was a kind of fuel. That was how she had explained it to herself through all the years of building what she had built thanks to her dad, goddess rest his soul, through all the careful strategic climbing and the alliances made and broken and made again, through all the rooms she had walked into and assessed and decided how to own. Hate was not a weakness. Hate was not something that consumed you. Hate was something you burned cleanly and efficiently, like good wood, and it keeps you warm and moving and it was, she had always believed, entirely under her control.

I raised my brows to ask her what was that she wanted to have. “Read me a book. A book to make me fall asleep,” she said. It was just a minor wish but it was really great deal for me. I never read any books. I hated reading them. The morality that were written in the books were just some nonsense to me. I never allowed myself to follow it. Romance novels were what I hated the most. They were just the way too cringe. I mean no boy would really love to read them and even if there were some, I wasn’t the one who would love to read such romance books.

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As long as they left us alone, we felt we could leave them alone. But our books and everything they taught us might be full of false accusations. I've been taught how much werewolves hate and despise us. They kill us without a second thought. They are ruthless, vicious and wild.. They hate us and would never accept us being amongst them, let alone taking one as a partner or mate!

Sara was saddened when she stepped away, looking at Austin all the while. However, Austin’s face stayed calm as his eyes focused on the leader of the bikers. The atmosphere was full of tension and being around them felt like the air was getting heavy with hope. The biker’s leader looked at Sara’s face, taking his time to examine her features. He looked at her with a voice full of hate and said, "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. If it isn't the little girl who likes to run away."

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.