Hate Sans Novels & Stories

A stupid, reckless soft spot that should have healed years ago. Rhett wasn’t just a name. He was a part of me I never fully got back and I’d forever hate that son of a bitch for it. Slamming that mental door down. I rearranged my dress and finger combed my hair, placing my bag on my shoulder. I stared at him for a second longer, then shook my head. “I shouldn’t have settled for you.”My voice came out quiet. “Damn you and your brother” The dumbfounded look on their faces was enough to make me straighten my back and walk towards the door.

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”

Her voice quivered as she asked, “Jonathan, are you okay?” Caught off guard, Jonathan’s initial reaction was one of annoyance. He didn’t appreciate anyone invading his personal space. He scowled at Hazel, his gaze icy. “I’m fine,” he replied curtly. The room was filled with a palpable tension as they both realized the awkwardness of the situation. Jonathan was naked, and Hazel’s eyes darted away, her face flushing. She stammered, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought you were in distress.”

He threw the knife away all the while glaring daggers at Shanice who had gone numb with fear. Serena walked over to Shanice and slapped her hard, causing her head to snap to the left. Serena's own eyes teared up. "You...you ha..hate mmmee this much? I never did you any wrong. I never hu..hurt you. I always..con..con..thought you were my bbbestfriend. I even fought with Asher for you and you?...You are a mmmmonster....You know why nnnno one loves you? Because you are ugly on the inside. You are rotten down to your core," Serena raged, tears trailing down her cheeks. The intensity of her hatred towards her had both shocked and hurt her. Shanice glared back at her, not at all regretful.

'' ''I demonstrate the horror and shadows of the dark. ''I am a witch that doesn't believe in karma and I won't start now, old man.'' Marline fired back at Hundzai with all firmness. ''Just wait and see Marline. '' ''Good guys go to heaven but the bad guys go everywhere. They have fun.'' Marline said as she moved towards Hundzai with a sinister smile. ''I will send you to the place of nothingness where you belong.'' With that she plunged her claws into his eyes and strangled Hundzai's neck till it broke.

"That does not justify why would you debase something as pure as love?" "Well then," he taps his fingers on the table, "Let me tell you Mr. Miller. All employees working under LOVESICK are forbidden from falling in love or developing any kind of romantic reality with anyone. As long as it is confined within platonic gestures, Ethan Smith will not interfere. But the moment it takes the shape of something hideous like love, you will see that there could be no one worse than myself, Ethan Smith, the CEO of LOVESICK."

And after I turned five, he never smiled at me again. "Emilia." He called my name with a frown. "How could you let your assistant insult Hannah? Is cruelty just part of your nature?" I turned and met Hannah's gaze. Her eyes, slightly red and glistening with unshed tears, sparkled with the innocence she had perfected so well, making her look delicate and fragile. It was a skill I could never master. "Are you even listening to me?" Ethan snapped, losing patience as I stayed silent. He hurled a folder from the desk at me, and its sharp edge sliced across my cheek.

“You’re doing this to me! You killed him! You ruined everything! Everything!” I hit him again, the force of my blows doing nothing to him, but I can’t stop. The tears blur my vision as the words spill out of me, all the fear, all the rage, bubbling to the surface. “You killed Andrei! You shattered my life! And now you’re... you’re making me... I hate you!”

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

But his eyes weren't infatuated with her, it spewed pure hate. He had set his eyes on his target, the only game he would be playing and would desire to emerge victorious. "Miral Chandravanshi. I hate you and I am going to make you suffer. You just wait and watch!"