Hate Sans Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

With an expressionless face unbefitting of a teenager and without denying the man's accusations, Sandro answered, "I indeed wanted to kill you when I learned you're a secondary host, so what? What's wrong with that? I hate clones! I hate Secondary Hosts! I also hate Originals!" "There's almost no other proper hosts with no clones like you. So are you saying you hate every immoral host other than you? It's weird. Why are you single-mindedly hating them? Shouldn't you first be considering whether that killer had an organization behind him and then make them your new goal? Haven't you contemplated whether there was someone who ordered that host to do that to your family?" "If there is, I'll the

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we

Ace kissed me on the cheek. “What I hate very much is a man who makes my feelings go haywire.” I mumbled to myself. This made me hate Ace even more. My body responded to him and I hated it. Like hell I’m going to step into that office again and let him be the boss of me. Never.

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————