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My claws extended in frustration. I kept flipping through pages. My growl was impatient. To her last written entry. My hackles were raised. "He got hard when he touched me. I saw it. He left because he was ashamed. But I saw it. It was huge. If I had let him… would he have done it? Would he have tossed me onto the same desk and fucked me? Dripped onto my pussy while he forced a pillow beneath my thighs? Or would he have choked me harder while I rode his dick? Would he have let me take his cock down my throat while he came on my face? I should not think of things like this. He hates me. And I should hate him too. There is no way he is into me or I am into him. After all we cannot be anything

Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate every single commet and gem <3 I'm just letting you all know that there won't be any updates this week. Between Hate and Fate is officially finished being written, and I edit daily as I update, but this week I won't be able to edit as I go. I'm moving this week, so I've put all my projects on the back burner for now. You might still see Alpha Nero being updated because there are scheduled chapters set to go this week. I wasn't able to do that with this book, unfortunately.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

Just try to mend things’ Laura’s jaw tightened. She hated this was the truth. She glared at Jace, her eyes like a shattering glass filled with disappointment and hate. Jace’s gaze met her for the first time. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes...there was something unreadable in them. A shadow of guilt, a flicker of determination. He just stood, not moving an inch as he let the silence between them do the talking. ‘I can’t allow this…anyone but him’ Cynthia disagreed.

I couldn't be happier. “I'm sorry for how our last conversation went, I really shouldn't have blamed you for the shortcomings.’’ I apologized sincerely. “It's okay. I understood how you felt.” She also seemed happy to finally hear from me. “It has been pretty rough for me, that's why I haven't been communicating with you. The Alpha is being so cruel to me, does he hate me now because of his rejection?” “Rejection does not cause hate. Only in situations where one party is willing but eventually got rejected, the rejected party exhibits the hate.’’ She explained

I cringe at the trace of hate I detected in his voice. I know an Alpha is nothing without their mate but I can never turn myself gay for species I hate the most. Humans.

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

“Because you don’t want to, Clara. You like the game as much as I do.” “Shut up,” I hissed at the paper, slashing a line across the eyes, defacing it. But it didn’t help. The tears came harder now, blurring the ink as they dripped onto the page. I slammed the book shut, tossing it aside, and curled into myself on the floor, hugging my pillow tight like a lifeline. I pressed my face against it to muffle the sob that tore out of me, raw and guttural. “He’s wrong,” I choked out, shaking my head against the damp fabric. “He’s wrong. I don’t feel anything but hate. Pure, burning hate.”