Hate Novels & Stories

He said as Xander ducked from the new torrents of bullets. "Umm, I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the new guy Flynn." He yelled as Jace got pissed off. He was angry that Xander was thinking about Flynn and fell very jealous. He felt like throttling his best friend and the only way to do that was kill that asshole who was shooting at them. If his timing was right, this was the perfect time to stand up. "Hey asshole" Jace called as he stood up from his cover and the Gunner turned to face him and shoot but found out he has run out of bullets.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

It was common knowledge who her father was a corrupt politician that dug his own grave by working for minataur. Raven's pov I saw red at Seth's words.white hot blinding rage that consumed every fiber of my being. My eyes a blood chilling red. That was a low blow talking about my family was always the one way to set me off. Luke warned me about letting my emotions getting the best of me. " you must be cool and detached not letting your enemies getting you to react' don't fear those that boast but fear the calm the calm don't need to boast because the calm already knows what there going to do".

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

“Maybe we did. But you loved it, didn’t you? Moaning like a little slut while we took turns stretching that tight pussy. You came so many times on our cocks, Aria. Begging for more even when your holes were sore.” She shoved at my chest, but it was weak. “Stop. You’re disgusting. All of you are. Using me like that... I hate you.” But her voice cracked, and I could see the heat in her eyes. My wolf howled inside, wanting her bad. I didn’t care about the hate right now. I leaned in, my body pressing against hers, feeling her hard nipples through the thin fabric. “Hate me all you want, baby. But your

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….