Novel & Cerita Hate

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level. I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

"I'd rather you not refer to this as helping...I don't help others." "Because it's against the bad guy code? Or because you hate people overall?" He sighed, face tightening and his eyes becoming pensive as if reminiscing. "I don't hate people. I hate their ways...deceit, envy, betrayal..." His jaw clenched at the last word. "I hate it all." "Why?"

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What he felt for them all that moment was hate and one thing about when he hated was the fact changed his entire make-up and how he would see them from henceforth, hate made him reckless till gradually it suffocated every bit of emotions he had for them. He never let himself hate for that reason because once he did he didn't know how to control it. But right now, he could say he hated something. He hated the Eastern Colony and the fact they were trying to make him feel like a fool. Hatred fucking bur

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"

He wrapped one hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me lightheaded, and started pounding me even harder — fast, brutal, angry thrusts that made the cheap motel bed creak violently beneath us. “You want revenge?” he hissed through gritted teeth, choking me while destroying my pussy. “Then take it. Take every fucking inch while I imagine it’s Mia’s cunt I’m ruining.” He slammed into me particularly deep, grinding his hips in circles, stirring his cock inside me. I cried out, my walls fluttering wildly around him. “Harder!” I begged, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Hate-fuck me, Ryan! Make it hurt!”

Kayla's pov Everybody clapped as Dante kissed me. I couldn't even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting any to see me Break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.