Hate Novels & Stories

he replied coldly. The words cut deep, sharper than glass. My throat closed. I turned my face toward the window, biting down hard on my lip. I swallowed hard. “Do you hate me that much?” His jaw twitched. “I don’t waste emotions on you, Seraphina. Hate, love - it’s all the same. Pointless.” Tears welled in my eyes. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, wishing I could disappear. The silence was suffocating.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..

“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.

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

he mutters, pouting. My heart aches. But even in his anger, he’s still so angelic, he's still my little Attie. “Baby, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He looks up at me, eyes sharp. “Why do you hate him, Mommy?” My breath catches. Hate? Where did he learn that word? “Where… where did you hear that?” I stammer. “You treat him the opposite of love,” he says, glaring. “Which is hate.”

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

I drew closer and noticed that he was as white as snow. His Spartan shoulders stood out. It convey mighty strength and pride. His thin lips kept moving as he chewed slowly. He was truly the definition of beauty. No wonder women fought to have him. Their struggle was not for a ugly being. By the way, no one was ugly. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When our gaze met, I was disappointed with his eyes. They were as red as strawberries. He did not look happy. The coldness I felt from his touch yesterday made me wonder who he was.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

The opposite of teaching hate is teaching love and appreciation - not tolerance or blindness. If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't