Hate-read Novels & Stories

"Because you are totally ignoring me, so something is definitely wrong. I can't have my best friend ignore me and be cool with it. Talk to me what did I do wrong so that I can try and apologize?" "Nothing, you didn't do anything wrong, now should I head home if you are going to not let me read in peace." He said as Jace sat on the floor too and took the book from him. Xander sighed and went ahead to bring out another book but Jace took it from him too. "Is there anything you want me to do for you Boss?" He asked looking at Jace who frowned.

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 had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

Justin asked half-jokingly, "What if you hate it? Will you blame me for recommending it to you?" Rosalie said, "You didn't recommend it to me, I wanted to read it of my own accord. It's just a novel, would it kill me? I can just stop reading it if I don't like it, or at most complain about it before I give up on it. I won't hold that big a grudge against a mere novel that I don't even like, insisting on reading it despite not liking it and ending up hating everything including the characters, the author, and you."

I asked. Rhea folded the last sheet. “He doesn’t hate,” she said. “He decides.” I let the words sit between us, heavy and sharp. She left after that, the door closing softly behind her. I stood there, watching the fading steam from the tray, her words echoing in my head. “He doesn’t hate. He decides.” That was worse. Hate you could fight. Decision you could not.

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.

I asked him, hoping that it would humiliate him. “Of course not. I’m just making my clothes loose.” The male pulled his collar and stared at me. “But if you’d like me to, then I would be very glad to” “Nope,” I shook my head, refusing his invitation. “Weres, scumbags that take advantage of women, cocky bastards. Nah-uh. Not interested. You’re everything I hate in this world.” Riftan raised a brow. “Well, that is very specific of you. Should I tell you about what I hate in this world then?”

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Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

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.