Hate Tate James 소설 & 이야기

His voice was disturbingly calm, more frightening than any outburst of rage. “I warned you not to touch her. I gave you a chance.” “So what?!” Zinnia’s eyes were filled with twisted hatred. “She’s a cheap whore who stole you from me! She ruined my life! If I can’t have you, no one else can! I wanted to destroy her! James, if you’ve got the guts, kill me right now! Just like you did back then when you killed everyone who stood in your way! Come on! Do it!” James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they exhibited a cold, unfeeling sense of resolve.

Death was the end. “I am not going to hurt you 627. Just calm down.” James said smoothly, his grip on me easing slightly. A lie. I knew he wanted to kill me, I knew that he hated my species. That he wanted nothing more than to eliminate us all. But if he decided to do exactly that, what could I do? I was weak. Starved and strained. “You have already hurt me.” I whispered, turning my head to look up at him as tears continued to slip from my eyes.

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.

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.

Nate snaps and pushes his stool back, and rushes up the stairs. "He is just angry. Don't mind him"I wrap my arms around Tays's neck and he wraps his around my waist. "But he is right. I have two fuckers after my wife and whenever I see them I feel like beating the shit out of them and bury them in the forest where no one will ever find them," he confesses and I stare at him in shock. I knew he hated James and Chad but I didn't think it was this bad. It's good that I didn't tell him about what James did or else he would be six foot under the ground. I haven't heard from Chad in a while and I wonder what he is up to.

My only wish is that you’ll forget all about me and live a long, happy life. With love, James. P.S You looked beautiful today. I stare at the words, trying to cope with the fact that James had admitted to the atrocities he put me through. I want to hate him. I’ve always hoped I’d hate him, but no matter what, a part of my heart will always remain with James. He was the man I thought I’d spend my life with, and no matter what happened between us, I’ve realized that I could never truly hate him.

"Why would she? What did you do?" "She hates me. Just like everyone else in the Blue Blood pack. She is carrying a generational hatred and she is very determined to stand by it," I tell him. I pick up my jacket and throw it on. I pick up a Paul Newman's Rolex Daytona watch and put it on my wrist. Jordan watches me curiously. "She's of the Blue Blood pack? This is gonna be difficult." He scratches his neatly combed hair. Kate is quite the woman. "She promised not to make this difficult and swore never to be mine. So I just have to wait until the mate bond instincts disappear and the attraction stops," I tell him.

A slightly terrifying burst of black light emerged from James’ gloves. “This treacherous son of mine has already gone so far down the wrong path?” James sighed heartbrokenly. Hetsema was a complete accident. However, James could not just let him be. After all, he was still his son. Unfortunately, Hetsema was severely influenced by the Doom Race. His resentment was deep, and his heart contained evil. Initially, James thought putting him under Zavis would help him turn over a new leaf. However, things had turned out for the worse.

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

Tate immediately takes the advice and hits me on the other side of the face with his left hand, almost as hard. "I really hate you," he says again but his voice breaks when his anger ends, giving way to sadness. His lower lip starts to tremble and suddenly he bursts into tears, bringing his hands to his face to cover himself from me as he sobs, "I hate you, Jae. You’re a bad man.”