Hate Sans Novelas e Histórias

Aaron scoffed disdainfully. "As if she'd ever stand a chance against me in anything." "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. I can achieve even the impossible when I'm motivated. " I said to him, finally finding my voice at last. I could tolerate his insults and his taunts but one thing I wouldn't stand for is him trampling on my abilities and skill.

"Why... why do you make me want this? I hate you... I hate what you've turned me into." "Hate me?" He pulled my hair harder, forcing my back to arch further, his cock driving deeper with each brutal snap of his hips. "Good. Let that hate fuel your screams. You took Lisa from me—my light, my everything. Now, I'll take everything from you." He reached around, pinching my clit harshly between his fingers, rolling it with merciless pressure. "Scream her name while you come. Admit what you did."

"You don’t give up." I glared at him. "You enjoy beating me up, don’t you?" His lips twitched. "A little." I groaned, collapsing onto the grass. "I hate you." Ronan sat beside me, stretching out his legs. "That’s a good start." I shot him a look. "What’s that supposed to mean?" Ronan’s expression turned serious. "Hate makes you strong, Selene. But only if you control it. If you let it control you—you lose."

Like a hero, Selene swallowed her tears because it hurt her when she grabbed her hair, but what was worrying was this hate towards her, and even knowing she might not even get an answer, she asked, : Why do you hate me so much? Because I bumped into your fiancée in a garden? But your hate towards me goes even further back," she finished in a sad voice as all her world had disappeared. Selene didn't think she would get an answer, but she did. " I simply don't like sluts. And you are one. Since you came to our high school, I saw how you were looking at Raph, and I didn't like it. At that moment, I vowed to destroy you, but luckily, you left. Now you returned, and you think that if you wear a s

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

The lust and warmth in his eyes completely vanished and began to spread anger and hatred again in his eyes when he heard her hateful words, "Please don't touch me.. I felt as someone is burning my body with fire sticks when you touch me.. I hate your touch.. I just hate you.. I even hate standing in your shady place.. You are so disgusting and cruel.. I hate you raghavan.." The rage in her mind made her to pour out everything.. That moment she did not think a bit about the consequences that she would face because of it.. This is the common denominator among all humans. Everyone would strive to contain their love, hatred, rage, and whatever they feel in their minds for a certain point, but ev

My stomach dropped even as the words left my mouth. Why did I say that? My rage and the pain had driven me to a level of insanity. He paused to tilt his head down at me. “You don’t know what hate is, Saria. If you did when you said such things, it’d be that much more lovely.” “I do hate you. I’ve learned enough of what it is, to know I feel it for you.” “If you can hate me then you could learn to love me. Give me all the things I want without ropes or chains.”

“Then, just believe me when I say that the less you know, the safer it is for you. All you need to know right now is that this stays between us and my father needs to believe we still hate each other. Got it?” “Yes,” I reply. I furrow my eyebrows and ask, “Can I see, again?” I catch the shame that flashes in his eyes and he says, “I don’t want you to look at them.” “Why not?” I ask. “Because they’re ugly and disturbing and it’s the part of me I hate most,” he answers. “I don’t hate any part of you. I hate the man that put them there and I hate that you had to go through that but I don’t hate the scars, and I don’t think they’re ugly either.” He searches my eyes for something and then without

the lady greeted and Sasha nodded "what can I get for you?" "Noodles" Sasha answered directly and went to sit down on one of the empty tables. "Right way" the woman said after her before dashing back into the room she had emerged from. Sasha sat on a table near the glass wall, she rested her hear on it and closed her eyes, both Michael's accident and what Gary told her has really changed her mood. She had concluded within herself that he hates her only to discover that he was responsible for the sudden growth of her company, at the moment, Sasha was lost, she doesn't know what to think anymore, does he love or hate her? Or does he love and hate her at the same time? Is their marriage a love

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