Hate Hate Double Hate Loathe Entirely Novels & Stories

He was not one to be manipulated. Nevertheless, I asked her the question, gently trailing my hands over her freshly weaved dark hair “Why are you crying?” “You are the one who made me cry. I hate you Marie” came the tearful response. There was less fire in her tone but the words were definitely saying her heart, her tears must have drained her of her energy. I thought shaking my head in fake pity. “The feeling is mutual dear. I hate you too” I deadpanned. Her dark eyes glared at me this time, chest heaving, she pulled herself to a standing position. I did the same, straightening my skirt

I sobbed, recalling the expression on everyone’s faces. “No one hates you. They’re just disappointed with you, and you will have to earn everyone’s trust.”, he said, wiping my tears again. “Why…why are you … acting … so sweet with… me? Don’t you … hate me already?” “Martin Luther King Jr. once said, ‘Returning hate for hate multiples hate, adding deeper darkness devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, and only love can do that.’ The night when I chose you as my chosen mate, I swear to Moon Goddess that I would bring you the right place by hook or by crook. Because if you were stubborn, then I was stubborn too.”

"True, but that doesn't mean what you're doing is right. Why are you so furious with me? What do I always get picked on by you?" "Because I'm annoyed with you, it's as simple as that." "If it's that simple, why is your behaviour escalating? Why are you getting worse?" she hesitated at my question. "I can't recall doing anything wrong to you. I don't know why you hate me so much." "Don't flatter yourself. We're not only like this towards you, don't think you're the only one because you're not that special. We do that to all guys, especially to those who harm girls, sometimes to girls who don't know their place."

Instead, she looked at him with a mix of guilt and longing, aware that she had hurt him deeply in the past. Nova took a step closer to Austin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and you have every right to hate me." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of regret and longing. Austin's response was swift. "I don't hate you; I hate your husband." His words were laced with venom, and Nova's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep understanding.

“They were brought up with the thought that they have no choice but to marry each other one day. Rocky hated the idea. He blames Leigh for the agreement..” “I know. I know..” Kade held his palms up to calm his protesting friends and let him finish. “It took him years of practice - years of mental conditioning that he hated Leigh. Have you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love? That’s what happened to Rocky. He keeps saying he hates her, but he can’t live without her. Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. If he was indifferent to Leigh, I would be the first to say he doesn’t love her.”

“Hard.” “Ahhh, Kill..” she screamed as I thrust into her with one swift thrust. I grabbed her tiny hip and pounded into her —mercilessly. She bounces back on my cock, matching every inch of my brutal thrust. My mind was empty, I only relished the moment; the way her warm pussy stretched to accommodate my cock.

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like

He let go just before she could start gasping for breath. Sharon delicately soothed her neck “I hate you I hate that it's you” “Oh really” he said as his fingers graced her chin “Well hate is not a good enough word to describe how much I despise you. But since we're being honest with our feelings I utterly, completely Loathe you” He took her hand in his “Now were going to act, do you understand” He started walking toward the door, but Sharon didn't move Her head was bowed and she didn't say a word

“What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he chews. “Hate is subjective. It varies from person to person. Do you see me hating your brother the same way you think I hate you?” I shake my head. “But hate is hate, isn’t it?” “I want to hate-fuck you, I want to hate-kill your brother,” he shrugs. “See the difference, bambina.” My legs press together as I pretend to ignore his words. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

"Oh don't give me that mum, everybody knows you hate office work." "I don't hate it." She argued. "I just try not to make it the center of my whole life like you, Aaron, and your father have. Besides, a girl has got to step up for her man from time to time eh? You wouldn't know anything about that though would you? Seeing as you've refused to get yourself a man " I stiffened again at her comment. why did Aaron's name manage to pop up in every conversation today? Although that is not the only thing that bothered me.