Hate Me If You Can Novels & Stories

I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. English is my third language, so I am still learning. Please pay attention to the comments you leave - I am happy to accept constructive criticism, but a pure demonstration of hate is not tolerable. Thank you. INTRO “I hate myself for having warm feelings for a cold-blooded murderer." "You're such a fool. Not only are you a freak, an undesirable abnormality, but you are a complete tool. You live with the foolish belief that there is a Goddess who doesn't exist."

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

I say now on the verge of crying. " you are not" I said once again trying to grace in his arms. " I say don't you dare touch me" I shout at him with total anger in my eyes. " I can't believe I actually thought you could change, totally forgetting that adage that said a leopard can't change its spots. You are still the same manipulative bastard thay she were six years ago,and I feel totally disgusted with myself for letting this stupid feelings I have towards you being me right sense of reason. You disgust me!" I say as I felt tears slipping past my eyelids.

He said looking down hearted a bit. “You can’t be shitting me right now. I need the you that has a heart okay, I am usually the cruel one here and it is quite ironic for me to say this but I want to help him, we have to help him. Maybe he is in debts, we can pay it off, or something. I just don’t want to see someone end their life just because of one tough thing.” XD said as Xander facepalmed himself. “I totally know what you are asking of me and you should totally know that I know that you know I have no choice in this matter.” He said with a face palm and a groan.

Not when all she feels for me is hate. She fucking hates me. I’ve seen it in her eyes, the way her gaze turns cold whenever she notices me lurking in the background. But hate... Hate is such a strong emotion, isn’t it? Stronger than love, sometimes. If I can twist it, bend it to my will, turn that hatred into something else... something darker, something that keeps her tied to me, even if it’s through pain or fear...

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

I asked. “Yes,” he replied. There was no pity in his voice, no sorry. Just the hard truth. I looked away at the dirty floor, the shadows. “ I hate them,” I said. “Lucien, Mealis, the elders, the pack, I hate all of them” I shouted, my voice vibrating throughout the room. “Good” I looked back at him. “Hate keeps you alive, when everything is gone, you need to use it” he said. The heat in my chest moved again, like it agreed to what he said, like It wanted out.

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

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