Hate Novels & Stories

“That’s not hate, babe. That's an obsession. I mean, seriously, he gets with your ex-wife and practically pampers Kaiden like he’s some fragile treasure? That’s not a vendetta. That’s… a twisted crush.” He shot me a dry look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not,” I said, still grinning despite the pain. “You’re telling me he targets the people you love, the people you’ve touched, as if he’s trying to replace you—or worse, become you. That’s not hate. That’s infatuation dipped in rage.” He exhaled harshly, standing to pace for a moment before turning back toward me. “It’s hate, Sage. Pure and unfiltere

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

He then laughed Hysterically. "Brounu Kang!. Fear the return of Brounu Kang!".. he bawled in an ice cold voice. "Fear my return!.. Edward Khalistian.".. He voiced with the gravous look on his face and pure Hatred springing fully from his breath. He Hate Edward. He will wipe away Humans. He will have Edward's and Bryan's head and take over. He will rule the world with lycans and other creatures. "Lurius!".. He called.

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."

" Xavier replied with a mesmerizing face. "I really wanna meet this lady now" replied, the elder brother. "Eh? What do you mean" Xavier quickly said, looking at his elder brother with a wary expression. "Chill bro, I can't fight with you over a woman talkless of snatching her." "You're as arrogant as ever" Xavier replied. "Hehe. it's not arrogance, it's called "confidence" the elder brother replied with contempt written all over his face. "Confidence my ass" Xavier retorted

“We don’t want you to take us to school, and that is final!” “But you have to get to school soon, or you’ll be late. I know how much you both hate being late.” “Don’t talk like you know us. You know nothing about us. You are not our mom!” “Yes, I am not your mom, and I don’t want to be!” I shouted back at them. I just couldn’t hold my frustration and anger anymore. I was only trying to get them to school, nothing more. I couldn’t bear them hurling insults at me any longer.

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She said her eyes equally blazing with untold hate, and anguish, every word was from the heart, deep and intended. ‎“Your majesty I want to make it clear that the only thing I feel for you is hate. I absolutely hate you, your majesty. You touch irritates me and if I were to be given a choice between laying with you and a dog. I will happily choose the dog...” Porsha voiced but before she could finish, Leviathan's fist cut in, landing a punch few centimeters next to Porsha's face. ‎Porsha's blood ran cold, her eyes doubled in size as she gazed upon the now broken wall with trembling limbs.

I asked. “Yes,” he replied. There was no pity in his voice, no sorry. Just the hard truth. I looked away at the dirty floor, the shadows. “ I hate them,” I said. “Lucien, Mealis, the elders, the pack, I hate all of them” I shouted, my voice vibrating throughout the room. “Good” I looked back at him. “Hate keeps you alive, when everything is gone, you need to use it” he said. The heat in my chest moved again, like it agreed to what he said, like It wanted out.

Though it was much despised by nearly everyone in the north, none of their hatred came close to Afrah's. Abba always told her that 'hate' is such a strong word, and should never be used except for the most extreme situations. Which is why she chose to use that same word to describe the weather. She didn't just hate it; she despised it, loathing every second of the season until it passed.