Hate Sans Novels & Stories

Hot tears spilled over “I hate you Taurus! I hate my dad! He is the reason Rüya died, that I am alone with no mother!” Taurus just laughed. It was slow and satisfied, the kind of laugh that crawled under my skin and stayed there. “Yes,” he said softly, tilting his massive head. “There it is.” His eyes burned brighter, reflecting something ugly and familiar inside me. “Hate feels good, doesn’t it?” My chest tightened. He took a step closer, hooves cracking the stone beneath him, but he didn’t raise his weapon. “It’s warm and contagious,” he continued, with his voice smooth and coaxing. “Let it fuel you, lit up your path”

XD pointed out but Xander rolled his eyes and said, “That was so middle school. You haven’t been with any other girl since then, unless you are still nursing a broken heart.” “I am XD….I don’t do love. I have never and will never fall for any person.That is a promise.” XD said crossing his arms across his chest as Xander said, “You would be surprised, you will meet the love of your life sooner than you would even expect. And when that time comes you owe me a house and five cars.” “Deal.” XD said as Xander turned to grin at him.

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…!!"

“We are done.” Nathan’s face twisted into an ugly, hateful sneer. “Fine. Have it your way. But mark my words. I am going to make you suffer for this. I will ruin this little fantasy of yours until you hate him. Until you are on your knees crying, wishing you never knew me.”

“You don’t want to befriend me. My guess is that, on the contrary, you hate me…because you want Onyx and I have him.” Sansa expression darkened, and her eyes became diamond hard, no longer hiding the hatred she had. At least she wasn’t going to play the “Oh, you’ve got it all wrong” game. “I can’t be pissed at you for wanting Onyx—it would make me a huge hypocrite. But if you care about him, you won’t try to mess things up for him. I say ‘try’ because it’s not something you’ll succeed in doing if you do make an attempt at it. But hopefully, you won’t want to.”

Kayla's pov Everybody clapped as Dante kissed me. I couldn't even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting any to see me Break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.

Sanskar said, holding her hands. "Fix me? You are the one whom I hate with every fiber of my being. You are just a bloody rapist,” she hollered. ”You have used me enough to quench your lust. Not anymore. Everyone has broken me. I hate you the most in my life. I will hate you all my life," Swara continued shouting. "I don't care if you hate me. I want you to be in my life. And how dare you try to run away from me? How dare you try to end your life? You can't die till I want you to die," Sanskar said.

> 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.

How to answer that question. 'Hate is a feeling. An emotion. An indication that I feel something, want something from him. So no, I do not hate him. I have no feelings whatsoever towards my sperm donor. None.' 'Not even a bit?' I shook my head. 'None. He's unworthy of any emotions from me. I'm not Mav, just as you aren't Sherneil. I can remove myself from those human expectations.'

"Alpha, Liam Haanshil is at the territory border with hundreds of BlackY Wolves and an army of rogues. He's demanding Hart Santino be surrendered within forty-eight hours, or he's declaring war." The hall exploded into chaos again, and Hart had the extremely unhelpful thought that his life had officially become a supernatural soap opera, except with more death threats and fewer commercial breaks.