Hate-read Novels & Stories

When the man got to the last page, he read the words of the woman that said. "To my conqueror, if you're reading this which I hope you would not as you've already known by now how I truly felt about you, but if you are I want to say how unfair you are. I detested you at the start and I yearned that you would debase me through pain and suffering so that my hatred for you will not abate but still grow into exponential proportions but you did not what I expected.

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.

Instead, I looked past Jace and his juvenile whining, meeting the eyes of every player on the team one by one. Tyler Costa. Marcus Rodriguez. Donovan Hayes. The offensive line, the receivers and the defense. I’d spent a long time studying their plays, so long that I knew all their abilities like the back of my hand. They all stared back at me with varying degrees of hostility. Some glared outright while others just looked uncomfortable, like they wanted to be anywhere but here. They hated me, that much was obvious. But here's the thing about hate; it's loud and passionate and powerful but at the end of the day, it is completely irrelevant when there's something far, far more important at sta

She clears her throat, looking like a Disney villain with her curly hair, shiny eyes, and bold red lipstick, giving off a vibe that screams, "Fuck me now." Suddenly, Olvia’s words pop into my head: Her face and those wet legs... damn, I’m getting hard. I’ve never compared any women before, but ever since Olvia came into my life, every other woman just seems so unattractive to me.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

This is not something that should happen in a relationship and I do not support it at all. Also, I will not tolerate the hate of readers reading this book. You are more than welcome to be upset with the characters and such, but I WILL NOT tolerate the hate you have towards I as an author. I have worked hard on both my books, and yes, I know they are not the best. Again, if you get upset easily by books with sensitive subjects do not read this. And enough with the hate comments and how it's all a waste of time. If you are the type of person that likes to leave hateful comments for sport, then kindly exit the book.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

Lena cried looking at the cold hearted man who did nothing but stare at her in utmost disgust and Hatred . He didn't even dare to hide the hate he had in his eyes, he showed just everyone and even the hate , she could feel it . Rico hadn't said a word since their last encounter, but seeing him approach her in the plane made her scared, he looked really fierce at this moment

I cried. He rolled his eyes as he pressed the butt of the cigarette on an ashtray before getting to his feet. I tried to take a step back, but he was faster as he pulled me onto his plush body. I averted my gaze as I felt anger seep into my veins. “Did you read the contract? I think you should one more time, darling,” he said with a soft laugh, that caused me to scrunch up my nose. Oh, my goodness! His breath stunk of cigarette, and I hated it.