Hate-read Novels & Stories

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

Prime Minister Jameson stated. Kenji nodded at him and scanned the files. But he got drawn into someone. “Madeleine Wright also known as Maddie Oh.” Kenji read. He then reviewed Maddie’s file and then he grinned. “I will target this popular celebrity. I think she’s vulnerable.” Kenji assumed. Prime Minister Jameson tilted his head and looked at Kenji. “Why do you think so, Your Highness?” He asked. “Because it says here that she’s always heartbroken, once she sees me she will fall in love right away with me and won’t be able to resist my hotness! Hahaha!” Kenji boasted and laughed.

“Admit it.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision, a silent battle raging within her. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I hate you.” He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “Good. Hate is a powerful emotion, *cara*. It keeps you alive. It keeps you sharp. And it makes this all the more… interesting.”

Elena's fingers curled around the door frame. "And then you walked into that cafe," Julian said. "You looked at me with those eyes and I could see you hating me. Really hating me, not because of what I'd done to you specifically but because of what I represented. And I thought, at least that's honest. At least that's real." She turned slowly. Julian stood in the middle of his study, blueprints scattered around him like casualties. His face was open in a way she'd never seen, every defense stripped away.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

"How can someone do this to their own child? All you people care about are curses and harming your children, so why let them live? An evil county like this deserves to burn." "As he said this, Nathaniel suddenly moved and his cold eyes were scarlet once again. He looked as if he had claws of his own, threatening to tear anything in front of him to pieces." "His endless hatred was like a tornado, showing no mercy to anyone that came in the way." Bettany felt as if her heart was about to stop beating. "She knew about Nathaniel's hatred for Nanny Zhang and poison, but this was still the fate of the Zhang family."

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

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“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.