Hate Novels & Stories

They would hate my child just because I’m its mother? "So, what if my child has my blood running in its veins? That makes my child unworthy of being accepted by you?” My voice cracks as hot, angry tears fill my eyes. “I have done nothing to you, absolutely nothing, and you hate me simply because of the color of my skin.” I shake my head in disgust. “You plan to apply that hatred to my child as well, even though they will be related to you. It's sad you guys have such a mentality in this day and age."

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

It was just attached to a chain. “What’s he like?” The question left her lips before she could stop it. Chloe, from the stairs, leaned forward. Leo sat back. He considered his words carefully. “Julian is… severe. He is disciplined. He sees the world in terms of assets and liabilities, risks and rewards. He is not warm. People call him cold, and he prefers it that way. It keeps things simple.” “He sounds awful,” Chloe whispered. “He’s not cruel for sport,” Leo said, looking at Chloe. “He’s just… removed. He grew up without much warmth. He decided he didn’t need it. Needing people is a risk. This proposal is him trying to solve a problem without taking that risk.”

Something uncomfortable. Something I hated immediately.

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 do

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-

I started, but she cut me off. “I don’t hate men, Kade.” She looked up at me, her eyes seemingly to suck me into their cold bottomless pits, “Hate is too simple. Hate implies you care enough to feel something. I don’t hate men, Kade.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “I despise them.” Her words were like shards of glass in my chest.

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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