Hate Novels & Stories

—registered his mind that was seething in hate. After all, he was the boss. He was the one with the power and control. But Sara did not listen to him, of course, she was ignoring him like he was just something annoying. Austin turned red, and his jaw tightened from anger. He was seriously not a fan of being disregarded, and especially disregarded by someone he thought would crawl through the floor to please him. He felt a massive surge to put his dominance out there, to let Sara know who the real boss was and let her know that it was not her.

he slams the last time before cuming inside me. Fuckkk this men is the reason behind my mental illness one day…..

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.

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur

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."

I hate her! [Aurora did nothing wrong, stop hating] [Aurora is such a bitch!]

Her eyes burned, not with fear, not with pain, but with something far more dangerous. Hatred.

Her eyes, wide but unblinking, held a strange mix of fear and calculation, like she was looking at a venomous snake calculating if it was about to strike. Her gaze trembled at the edges, but never left him—sharp, cautious, trying not to provoke, yet silently asking: What have you become? And beneath it all, a flicker of something colder—like her soul was beginning to retreat, slowly building a wall behind her stare, like she was looking at something dangerous. He saw it. And it infuriated him. “I hate it!!!. I hate it when you look at me like that!!.” He rammed his fists on the table and yelled. Bianca shook, but tried to remain

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.