Hate Sans Novelas e Histórias

In her mind, someone as weak and gentle as Henry would never betray her. "I abhor you, Henry," Hana said. Henry laughed hysterically. Suddenly, he grabbed Hana's chin with his hands forcing her to look into his eyes, "It's good; hatred is better than giving favors. Hana, didn't I tell you that I hate the feeling of giving grace?"

Contempt “I want you to leave Deimos standing– alone– before God and Man once again.” Disgust “I want you to break all the little pieces of himself that he's gathered over the years.” Hate “I want you to kill Deimos Escarrá, once and for all.”

SERAPHINA Seraphina had always believed that hate was a kind of fuel. That was how she had explained it to herself through all the years of building what she had built thanks to her dad, goddess rest his soul, through all the careful strategic climbing and the alliances made and broken and made again, through all the rooms she had walked into and assessed and decided how to own. Hate was not a weakness. Hate was not something that consumed you. Hate was something you burned cleanly and efficiently, like good wood, and it keeps you warm and moving and it was, she had always believed, entirely under her control.

He drank some beer, sat on the couch, and watched Maddie’s face as she was sleeping. ‘In this case, this girl is easily deceived. I won’t have any problems though. I will kill you in an instant. Just fall in love with me and give me your heart.’ Kenji thought while observing her. Kenji was already imagining that he would return to the Werewolf Kingdom and make his father proud. For the past years, Kenji did intense training. He also became cold as ice and can kill anyone. He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy.

I drew closer and noticed that he was as white as snow. His Spartan shoulders stood out. It convey mighty strength and pride. His thin lips kept moving as he chewed slowly. He was truly the definition of beauty. No wonder women fought to have him. Their struggle was not for a ugly being. By the way, no one was ugly. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When our gaze met, I was disappointed with his eyes. They were as red as strawberries. He did not look happy. The coldness I felt from his touch yesterday made me wonder who he was.

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I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

‘I am fine ma, nothing is wrong with me’ Laura quietly answered, making her way to meet her dance partner, Diamant. He looked at her closely, smiling cutely. He was tall but an inch taller than Jace, possessing calm grey oceanic eyes and has a calmer but possessive aura around him. Unlike Jace, he has a better sense of humor and tends to understand people but at the same time, he has anger issues when triggered to the core. He once had a fight with jace in junior class over a girl. Both of them ended up in the hospital though Jace got seriously injured by his opponent. It was hard for the two friends to reconcile after this incidence but after realizing how foolish they seemed, a reconciliat

"That absolute, bottom-feeding, necrotic piece of—" "I’m done," Lily interrupted, her anger finally overriding the hurt. "I shouldn't be this angry. I’m supposed to be 'evolved,' right? But this? This is unforgivable. He’s not just a cheater, Sophia. He’s a sadist. He wants to own the narrative of my pain." "He doesn't own anything but a bad tattoo and a dwindling bank account," Sophia said firmly. "Go home. Lock the door. I’m researching gyms with better security and fewer sociopaths right now."

Neither Sam nor Nick had really been fighters before they left but certainly made up for it now. Surprise, surprise. That entire area was absolute chaos. Savagery, claws, teeth, and willpower. My brother’s arrogance and conceit were oozing out of him. He didn’t give a shit that his people were screaming out in pain, some having already lost their lives. They were collateral damage to him. That belief would be his downfall. It was clear why the Goddess hadn’t made him the firstborn because he’d have made a horrible fucking Alpha. That was more than apparent in his rein as the self-proclaimed Alpha Hades.