Hate Tate James 소설 & 이야기

“Layla, do you hate me so much that even what I touch feels dirty to you?” That tone again. Playing the victim when he was the one who had caused the wounds. It made my skin crawl. “Yes,” I said coldly. “Lucas, I hate you. Do you think a few half-hearted apologies can erase everything you’ve done?” His face went pale. “You insulted my dignity, shattered my heart, and made the love I gave worthless. And now you claim you love me?” I sneered, eyes full of scorn. “What did you take me for? Did you think that if you humbled yourself, I’d come crawling back like a dog?”

Apparently tomatoes were the kryptonite of those lessons from warrior training. “Goddess. Your face!” He exhaled sharply through his nose. A hand pressed flat against the counter, fingers splayed, as if grounding himself. The flush that crept up his neck was immediate, but he schooled his expression into something close to indifferent. “I wasn’t startled,” he muttered. “Just…reflexes.” “Mhm,” I drawled. “That’s why you yeeted a tomato like it personally offended you.” He shot me a look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him. “I didn’t yeet it. It was a controlled throw.”

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."

They should go after Xavier not waiting until he comes back with more hybrids like Lily. Everyone had gotten up, and the meeting was over. “So this is the famous James Lacrosse,” Hunter Roberts said, coming up to him and holding out his hand. James forced a small smile on his face and stood up, taking the man’s hand. He hated when people called him “the famous James Lacrosse.” it was just another reminder that everyone saw him as a monster. “You are quite impressive if half of what I have heard is true,” he added with a bright smile. “Impressive. You mean Hollywood monster story, then I guess yeah,” James replied with a bitter tone and Hunter laughed.

James disliked the idea of someone mentioning Natasha's name repeatedly because James disliked her for the obvious reason that Natasha chose to die rather than marry a Mafia-like him. Tessa was shocked to hear that fact. Her legs were suddenly trembling at the thought of James killing his wife. If all the conjectures that Tessa thought were true, then Tessa's current situation could be in jeopardy. "I'm sorry. I didn't know about that." Tessa didn't dare look into James' eagle eyes. She wanted to get away from James quickly and end their contract. Because Tessa still wanted to live her free life, and she didn't want to die silly.

After hearing those words first thing straight out of James' mouth, the other person laughed mockingly at him. And said with a smile on his face, "what did I do to deserve this much hatred from you, James? And this isn't your territory were I need your permission to come and go." James sees the guy with full of hatred in his eyes and said in the dangerous tone, "get the hell out of the house with in a second Lucas and don't make me repeat myself."

He then stopped and walked towards me, bending down to my level as I was sitting then he whispered in my ears, "Did nobody tell you that you don't find me. It's me who finds you?" Of course I did. That's what they said about Alessio Romano. He was only eighteen when he took over his step father's empire. He's now twenty two. He had a perfect jawline, black hairs,, every visible part of his body that I was seeing were filled with tattoos. He was hot. Too bad he would be dead soon. I scoffed at his words, showing him that I didn't care. He took a few steps back, "Now tell me, why do you want me dead? Is it personal? Or business?"

Her mother smirked in victory seeing the state of her daughter, she only had a place for her son in her heart and no one else. She was going to completely crush her spirit, destroy it from so deep inside she could never get up, only pretend to. "You killed that girl, you killed your brother. And that kid you told me about? Mark my words, the day he would know the truth he will hate you, he would wish for your death he would want to kill you himself." Natalie felt immense pain shoot right through her heart. Thomas...Why wouldn't he hate her, his parents died because of her, and he will loathe her.

Despite every survival instinct telling me not to meet up with men I didn’t know personally, I did it anyway. I met James at the movie theater. He as a Warrior, he didn’t have rank, and he was from one of the surrounding packs. He was proud of where he came from and liked what he did. He didn’t want more or less. He was working a job nearby for a short assignment. He wasn’t expecting to be here long. My hands were sweaty and icy as I walked through the theater doors. I saw him instantly. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was glorious, really. Tall, blonde, blue eyes with broad dependable shoulders.

“He wants revenge on Henry. He’s completely obsessed after what happened.” “It got that bad?” I asked, stepping closer with a sharp look. “I mean... I know Carter shot him, but I didn’t think it was that serious.” “Serious doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Ravi scoffed. “James was an idiot. He stayed there provoking him, thinking Henry wouldn’t have the guts to react. He overestimated his own worth, as always.” He shoved the chair back and stood up, walking to the cabinet as he kept talking.