Hate Novels & Stories

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

“That’s not true and you know it.” “You’re nothing without me. Look at you. You really think you are attractive. You are bloated and least interesting to look at. You have Jags on your chest, balloons on your lower back like a poorly moulded ass No wonder I had to look elsewhere. You’re lucky I stayed this long. Billie men, don't like women that look like you. Blond, slim with blue eyes is every man's desire.” She was crying openly. “You’re evil. I hate you!”

I breathed, the words barely audible. "Hate is fine," he replied, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Indifference would be a problem. Hate is passionate. Hate is memorable." He released my chin with a sharp, final movement, turning back to his desk to pick up a glass of amber liquid. He took a slow sip, his eyes tracking my every movement as if I were a wild animal he was deciding whether to tame or crush.

He hated every damn one of them. From his stupid-as-fuck colleagues to his uppity-ass, stupid shit boss. Her especially. He hated her the most. With her narrow heels and expensive suits and her perfumes. She had a superior attitude too, never minding or caring about the fact that he worked his ass off for this company more than the others did. But no. He was the one she picked on the most. And he was tired and sick of it. Sometimes, he contemplated threatening her with a gun or perhaps blowing the company to ashes. He got a guy who could build the bomb, didn't he?

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.