Hate Hate Double Hate Loathe Entirely Novels & Stories

Chris asked, tilting his head. I shook my head slowly. "No, I don’t hate them. I just… I just don’t like their guts." "And what’s the difference? You still hate them, right?" Aby pressed. "There’s a huge difference between hate and dislike, okay? I dislike them. That doesn’t mean I hate them. And seriously, I still wonder why everyone adores them. They cause trouble every single day!" I exclaimed. Chris shrugged. "Well, that’s their nature. They love causing trouble. Their day isn’t complete without it."

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

I silently hoped she got every single emotion, every word that gnawed at my heart. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless either. Don’t hate someone I don’t hate. Don’t hate someone I love.

I headed straight to the kitchen, my heart racing with a mix of anger and confusion. Ugh, I cursed under my breath, the frustration spilling over. David and Lilly together really drive me crazy, and that scene keeps replaying in my head like a broken record. I could picture them laughing, sharing secrets, and it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t things just go back to normal? I opened the fridge, staring at the contents as if they held the answers to my questions. The cold air washed over me, but it did little to cool the heat of my emotions.

When my real parents found me and I discovered that I was a legitimate heir all along who should’ve been living a privileged life, I hated Micah for stealing the wealth and glory that should've been mine. "Then, I learned you took Nancy's wealth and privilege too. I couldn't help but see you as being just like Micah. I felt an instinctive hatred toward you. It was as if despising you was the only thing that would make me feel like everything was finally right in the world. "A real heir should be with another real heir, so I moved in with Nancy. Beyond that, it was also because Nancy was my first love, the one I could never have. She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bit

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"