Hate Liars Quotes Novels & Stories

His eyes searched my face carefully, like he was trying to figure out if I was hiding something. But I kept the same innocent, shaken expression on my face. “Athena,” he said slowly after a while, “do you know the kind of people I hate most in this world?” A strange feeling settled in my chest immediately. “Liars,” he answered before I could speak. “I cannot stand liars and I find it very hard to forgive them.” My heartbeat became uneven. “Are you absolutely sure you do not know who this man is?” he asked carefully. “Because I already have plans to deal with him in the most brutal way possible.”

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.”

Tom continued to defend himself. "Oh... so according to you, a woman, who is divorced and a single mother is a corrupted woman? Since I am a single mother and a divorcee, I am also corrupted. Right?" Lady Linda asked. "No, I didn't mean you, Lady Linda." "Yes, you meant it... clearly." "No, no..." "Do you all think like this hypocrite?" Lady Linda didn't let Tom finish and asked, turning towards the guests. Everyone fell silent, while some shook their heads in refusal.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

“You have no narrow down who you are talking about. There are many people who have crossed me, and I have skinned them for it. I always keep souvenirs. I hate liars and people who think they can outsmart.” “Don’t we have someone in the basement who tried to outsmart me for years, and his time came?” Nikita asked. She spilled the tea she was spilling, and she looked like she wanted to cry. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

"Lilian, I heard everything you said! Although I was in a coma, I knew what happened in the outside world. So, I could hear every word you said. Lilian, since you hate Augustus so much, why didn't you kill me? I felt so sad when I heard what you said. I wanted to hug you and tell you that I wouldn't blame you no matter what you did. However, I could only lie helplessly on the bed and watch you consume the poison. Well, I'm not dead yet, and Augustus isn't dead either. Why did you have to do this? Are you really giving up your life? Or is it because you couldn't bear to see me die? What the hell were you thinking when you were saying that I could marry other girls? You're my only wife, and ti

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

, and "embarrassment" "He's just joking, so don't take it to heart." I hurriedly put away my phone, looking apologetic. "He's always been like that. He's always drawing a line between everything. What's wrong with being a nanny? You're no different from a sister to me. You can just ignore his nonsense." Tiffany verbally agreed, yet her expression soured. I felt smug thinking that the cheating couple was about to argue over these words soon. Let's see how long the two can keep up the act of being a good man and an innocent woman.

“An year ago, you couldn’t stand us. The house. The reputation. You made that very clear.” She doesn’t deny it. That alone earns her points. “I did,” she says calmly. “So,” I ask, not unkindly, “do you still hate us the same way you did back then?” Lia sets her fork down carefully. She doesn’t rush. “Hate is a strong word,” she says. “Back then, I didn’t understand you. Or this world.” “And now?” Quan asks gently. She glances at him, then at Salve, before returning her attention to me. “Now I understand more,” she says. “Enough to know things aren’t as simple as I thought.”

“One thing you should remember is that I hate liars.” Her body shuddered, her eyes tracking over my clothes, my skin, covered in a thin sheet of sweat from strength training. She licked her lips. “You do?” “Yes. I prefer bitter truth than sweet lies, Ivy. Even if the truth seems daunting.” She knew that I knew. “What do you do when you catch a liar?” She asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity. It was no doubt that she found it thrilling. Wanting to know what I would do next.