Hate-read Novels & Stories

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…!!"

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

"Yеѕ Sіr, but іn my heart, I knоw what I ѕау іѕ truе. You are a ѕtrаngе mаn, but a good mаn Sir. I dо not bеlіеvе that you wоuld waste уоur tіmе wіth hatred аѕ I hаvе. Juѕt look whеrе іt got me. "Are you familiar wіth Sylvia Tоwnѕеnd Wаrnеr, Sіr?" Nоt аt аll Puppy." . In hеr dіаrу ѕhе wrоtе in раrt. "One саnnоt оvеrеѕtіmаtе the роwеr of a gооd rаnсоrоuѕ hаtrеd оn thе part of the ѕtuріd." "Thе ѕtuріd hаvе so muсh mоrе іnduѕtrу аnd еnеrgу tо еxреnd оn hating."

I had allowed myself, in the very private parts of myself I do not show anyone, to feel something that resembled hope. Luna Jane. I do not want to, but it finds me in the quiet of this cave, and I cannot always chase it back out. That was not rumor, not gossip; that was something I witnessed with my own eyes more than once: the specific, bone-deep hatred of a woman who had been trapped too long beside someone who does not see her. She hated Alpha Darius in a way that was quiet and total, with nowhere to go. No, hating someone and killing them are not the same country; they are not even the same continent. I know what it is to hate someone you are also afraid of, and that kind of hate makes y

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

Hatred. "Let's get a divorce."

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.