Hate Sans Novels & Stories

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.'

He then laughed Hysterically. "Brounu Kang!. Fear the return of Brounu Kang!".. he bawled in an ice cold voice. "Fear my return!.. Edward Khalistian.".. He voiced with the gravous look on his face and pure Hatred springing fully from his breath. He Hate Edward. He will wipe away Humans. He will have Edward's and Bryan's head and take over. He will rule the world with lycans and other creatures. "Lurius!".. He called.

"You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body. And you know what your hate is giving me a lot of relief these days, I'm loving it, Well leave it to me. By the way, maybe you have seen something very interesting, somewhere inside that violated that touched the wire of your heart cause your face expression clearly tells that." Christian told me all hi

I turned away again, unable to look her in the eye. Everything inside me was boiling, tearing me apart. I was angry, furious even, but I didn’t know at whom. Myself? Killian? Augustine? Sansa? Maybe all of them. Maybe none. Sansa continued, voice cracking slightly, “Killian tried to destroy you, Winston. He nearly killed me. He sabotaged your business, blackmailed you, and made your name a disgrace just because we're together. But sure, go ahead and act like I’m the problem for trying to stop such a monstrous man.”

Sara was saddened when she stepped away, looking at Austin all the while. However, Austin’s face stayed calm as his eyes focused on the leader of the bikers. The atmosphere was full of tension and being around them felt like the air was getting heavy with hope. The biker’s leader looked at Sara’s face, taking his time to examine her features. He looked at her with a voice full of hate and said, "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. If it isn't the little girl who likes to run away."

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

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.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

sipping the drink, Saaransh answer honestly. Vihaan question was not about Saar, but rather about him and Shanaya, but he stopped when he found what he was going to do. "Was he going to reveal everything, like a fool?" thinking to himself, Vihaan stopped the conversation, immediately. God! he was going mad! "Ahh, Saar! I hate this guy, like seriously!" joining them, Vansh spoke with a tone full of hatred. He continued without waiting for anyone's reactions"I will make that bastard pay for hurting Shana the day I will meet him."

“What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he chews. “Hate is subjective. It varies from person to person. Do you see me hating your brother the same way you think I hate you?” I shake my head. “But hate is hate, isn’t it?” “I want to hate-fuck you, I want to hate-kill your brother,” he shrugs. “See the difference, bambina.” My legs press together as I pretend to ignore his words. “That doesn’t answer my question.”