Romans & histoires Hate Hate Double Hate Loathe Entirely

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.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

I started, but she cut me off. “I don’t hate men, Kade.” She looked up at me, her eyes seemingly to suck me into their cold bottomless pits, “Hate is too simple. Hate implies you care enough to feel something. I don’t hate men, Kade.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “I despise them.” Her words were like shards of glass in my chest.

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

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I finish, anticipating her conclusion "Oh no, it doesn’t fade away, it never fades away." "Okay, but what if that feeling gets replaced with hate?" I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then that's just a phrase because you can never truly hate someone you love. You can feel hurt and angered, but never hate," she replies, her words dripping with wisdom.

she repeated the moment I felt all my senses go numb and my heart stopped a beating as her words played in a loop in my mind—wolfsbane, the worst of all. “Why do you hate me so much, Camilla?" I asked as tears streaked through my eyes down to my cheeks as I thought of the chance that this might be my last moment on earth. “I don't just hate you; I loathe you and despise you! If there were other words I could use in making a description way worse than those I would, you have always gotten what I wanted, and you just would not die; keep making me look like a fool times without number.

“Yeah, you’re right. I despise you. And next time, make sure not to bring your muddy shoes into my house.” I staggered backwards as his words made an impact with me, the words cut deeper than I would like them to. I felt pain spread through my chest, even though I already knew all the things he just said to me, and he was walking away from me now, unaffected. He went out the front door and shut the door behind him. I think I would’ve felt better if he slammed the door, but he didn’t. And all that did was confirm that he couldn’t even be bothered to be upset, that’s how much he hated me.

" Xavier replied with a mesmerizing face. "I really wanna meet this lady now" replied, the elder brother. "Eh? What do you mean" Xavier quickly said, looking at his elder brother with a wary expression. "Chill bro, I can't fight with you over a woman talkless of snatching her." "You're as arrogant as ever" Xavier replied. "Hehe. it's not arrogance, it's called "confidence" the elder brother replied with contempt written all over his face. "Confidence my ass" Xavier retorted