Hate の小説・ストーリー

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.

It's full of hate and anger. "David." Mate.

He also said he did not hate me again? Why did he even hate me before? Maybe because I'm poor or... maybe because I'm rude. If he didn't hate me, does that mean he likes me? Wait! the opposite of hate is like right? I paused my bicycle and stepped down. I want to examine how he reacted yesterday. If the opposite of hate is like? So when Raymond said; "Alice, I did not hate you, he actually meant, Alice I like you, right? " Huh! Can he like me?

I hate this so much. Fvck him!

His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

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…!!"

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

The name that I hate with every fiber in my body. 'Devin'

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be.

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.