Hate-read Novels & Stories

Evely had a sentimental look on her face as she talked to Sophia, "Gosh! Let it go Sophia." "Don't start making those faces now and go read some books too." Sophia cut her off rapidly, trying not to break down. Sophia's hate for wolves was never a secret, everybody knew, her close friends, far friends, everyone knew, some said she was delusional, while others said she was mad, she was brave, lots of different comments. "I know this won't work, happy reading but I doubt you will ever find one." Evely said.

“Please, Hazel. Don’t give up on us just get. Give me time to fix it. I swear I’ll spend every day of my life making it up to you. I promise you. Just give me a chance to do things better this time.” I hated this. I hated how broken he sounded. I hated how broken I was. I hated that we were even in this situation. I hated that life wasn’t smooth sailing for us. I wanted to hug him. I wanted him to hold me till it didn’t hurt anymore. I hated him. I hated him. I loved him.

"That does not justify why would you debase something as pure as love?" "Well then," he taps his fingers on the table, "Let me tell you Mr. Miller. All employees working under LOVESICK are forbidden from falling in love or developing any kind of romantic reality with anyone. As long as it is confined within platonic gestures, Ethan Smith will not interfere. But the moment it takes the shape of something hideous like love, you will see that there could be no one worse than myself, Ethan Smith, the CEO of LOVESICK."

'' ''I demonstrate the horror and shadows of the dark. ''I am a witch that doesn't believe in karma and I won't start now, old man.'' Marline fired back at Hundzai with all firmness. ''Just wait and see Marline. '' ''Good guys go to heaven but the bad guys go everywhere. They have fun.'' Marline said as she moved towards Hundzai with a sinister smile. ''I will send you to the place of nothingness where you belong.'' With that she plunged her claws into his eyes and strangled Hundzai's neck till it broke.

“If you’re going to attack me, at least don’t make it so pitiful.” She spins, cheeks flushed red, anger, shame, both. Her fists curl tighter. “I’m not pitiful.” “Prove it,” I bark. She charges again, teeth grit, fury blazing now. Good. Anger is better than fear. She swings, faster this time, less sloppy. I block, shove her back with a rough palm to her shoulder. “Better,” I say, smirking. “Still Wolfless.” The word cracks through her like a whip. I see it. See the way her eyes burn, how her chest rises with ragged breaths. She hates me for it. Good. Hate means fight. And fighting reveals secrets.

Sara’s eyes squinted and her eyes seemed full of anger. Rachel chimed in, her tone laced with sarcasm, "Don't take it personally, Sara. We were just stating facts. You know, Austin has rejected all our daughters just because he fell for an ordinary woman like you." Sara's eyes burned with indignation, her fists tightening at her sides.

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

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. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****