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“Why do you hate Callan so much?” Lucien scoffed. “Hate is a strong word. I prefer deeply despise.” Hazel narrowed her eyes. “That’s the same thing, genius.” Lucien smirked. “Not exactly. Hate is wild and uncontrollable. Despise is… carefully nurtured, like a fine wine.” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Oh great, not only are you psychotic, you’re poetic too. Fantastic.” Lucien chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You’ll appreciate my depth soon enough.”

he starts, his voice strained, but I cut him off, pushing him again, even though my arms are weak, trembling. I hit him again, and again, each blow weaker than the last as my chest heaves with sobs. “I hate you,” I choke out, but even as I say it, I don’t know if it’s true. I don’t know what I feel anymore. Everything is too tangled, too twisted.

Riley began carefully, “that Thanksgiving dinner at your house was easily one of the strangest experiences of my life.” Priya straightened her spine. “Strange how?” “Imagine a table full of adults calmly discussing stuffing,” Riley said, painting the picture, “while Sloane and Chase sat directly across from each other, acting like they hated each other.” “That sounds perfectly normal,” Leah said. “It was *not* normal hatred.” I buried my face in my hand. “Riley.” “It was *athletic* hatred.” Jake blinked. “Athletic hatred?” “Competitive. Sweaty. High-stakes.”

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

With a swift, deliberate motion, I spat directly onto his face, the act a visceral declaration of my disgust and loathing. "Screw you, Lucien,” I snarled, venom dripping from my voice. “I loathe you.” His eyes widened in shock, but his furrowed brows betrayed a flicker of concern. “I hate you so much, I wish the curse consumes you, that you suffer a death so agonizing, so merciless, that nothing – not gods, not magic, not even the most powerful witch– can save you,” I spat, tears streaming down my face as I hurled the words at him like daggers. “May the moon goddess herself forsake you, may your death be a slow, torturous march into eternal darkness, and may the curse be your eternal shroud.

Dante’s eyes burned with disgust and disdain. “I won’t make that mistake again,” he said, his tone calm but cutting like a blade. “I’d rather die than live with a rotten creature like you.” His words pierced through me, shattering my heart into pieces. The look in his eyes — so full of loathing, the same heavy, familiar look I’d seen my whole life in my own family — was destroying me. In that moment, I felt something excruciating, a pain so deep it left me silent, as if my heart had been ripped out and smashed into a thousand shards. The pain crept in so quietly I didn’t even realize when I had become his possession.

His once piercing eyes softened, holding an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. “No, Elaine.” He said firmly despite his weakened state, “I could never hate you. I may have been a fool, blind to your pain and absent when you needed me most, but hate you? Never. Elaine, I know that no matter how much I say sorry, it won't change the fact that you had suffered. In fact, if you had died back then, we wouldn't have been able to talk like this today. This might be wrong, but I want to compensate you.”

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“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

I hate him for making me feel this way! I hate how helpless I feel and I'll kill him!! I kill him with my hands and damn the mate bond!! I hate you, archer! I hate hate you so much!!!!