Hate Novels & Stories

“Admit it.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision, a silent battle raging within her. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I hate you.” He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “Good. Hate is a powerful emotion, *cara*. It keeps you alive. It keeps you sharp. And it makes this all the more… interesting.”

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

“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.”

I don't hate; it's too stressful an emotion and would take more out of me than the recipient. But what I feel for Ricci and now his friends is something much darker. There is no emotion attached, so no chance of mercy or compassion for anyone involved; hate is an emotion, a bad one, but one, nonetheless. What I feel could be best described as inhuman, animalistic, primal. It's crossed all boundaries between the light and the dark.

"That does not justify why would you debase something as pure as love?" "Well then," he taps his fingers on the table, "Let me tell you Mr. Miller. All employees working under LOVESICK are forbidden from falling in love or developing any kind of romantic reality with anyone. As long as it is confined within platonic gestures, Ethan Smith will not interfere. But the moment it takes the shape of something hideous like love, you will see that there could be no one worse than myself, Ethan Smith, the CEO of LOVESICK."

I couldn’t believe that he would be so despicable. “Why?Why did you do this?” I asked in shock. He looked at me. “I wanted to hide the truth. Is that too much to ask? Nothing was making any sense anymore because…” “Just shut up!” I screamed in rage. “I can’t believe that you’re my blood. You’re a fucking bastard and hat is saying something. There is definitely nothing about you that is kind or real. You have no heart, and you’re the worst person I have been unfortunate to meet. Who the hell do you think you are making all these about you?”

“You are one hell of a selfish bitch.” Olivia stared at him in disbelief. The words felt like a slap across her face. “Why did you do this to me?” she cried, her voice breaking. “What have I ever done to you, Jordan?” He clenched his jaw. “I hate you, Olivia.” His voice was low, but every word carried venom. “I hate you so much.” Olivia’s body trembled beneath the covers. “You took my brother from me,” he continued, his voice rising. “You took my parents’ love. You took everything I had!”

The lust and warmth in his eyes completely vanished and began to spread anger and hatred again in his eyes when he heard her hateful words, "Please don't touch me.. I felt as someone is burning my body with fire sticks when you touch me.. I hate your touch.. I just hate you.. I even hate standing in your shady place.. You are so disgusting and cruel.. I hate you raghavan.." The rage in her mind made her to pour out everything.. That moment she did not think a bit about the consequences that she would face because of it.. This is the c

I had allowed myself, in the very private parts of myself I do not show anyone, to feel something that resembled hope. Luna Jane. I do not want to, but it finds me in the quiet of this cave, and I cannot always chase it back out. That was not rumor, not gossip; that was something I witnessed with my own eyes more than once: the specific, bone-deep hatred of a woman who had been trapped too long beside someone who does not see her. She hated Alpha Darius in a way that was quiet and total, with nowhere to go. No, hating someone and killing them are not the same country; they are not even the same continent. I know what it is to hate

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