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Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

They would hate my child just because I'm its mother? "So, what if my child has my blood running in its veins? That makes my child unworthy of being accepted by you?" My voice cracks as hot, angry tears fill my eyes. "I have done nothing to you, absolutely nothing, and you hate me simply because of the color of my skin." I shake my head in disgust. "You plan to apply that hatred to my child as well, even though they will be related to you. It's sad you guys have such a mentality in this day and age."

Flynn directed his question at Jeremy who nodded his head and said, “Yes… I am sorry this had to happen but I love Chase and… “You are fucking shitting me right now. I can’t… I can’t listen to this.” He said in stutters, as he turned and left as his ex boyfriend shouted after him, “Once again, I am very sorry about your mum?” But Flynn didn’t even care to listen as he drove out of there to lodged himself in a motel.

His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

she too was secretly hoping Danyang would return for her but Bryan never said he would ever return. She confirmed her friend's torture was much greater than she had thought and she pitied her. "[She hates werewolves, which made her suffer greatly for like forever, only to unintentionally fall in love with one and then be left like this, no no no..],".. Evely thought as she drew in pity for her best friend. "[And she can't even hate him? How the terrifying hatred turned to the most terrifying love.]".. Evely wondered and sighed. When it comes to Sophia's hatred for werewolves it was still there but had an exception, which everything later melted away as she fell in love with Bryan at first si

“Like hell. I’ll die of nausea.” Laughing, he pushed the button to unlock the car doors. “This changes nothing. We’re working together; I’m being professional. Money is involved. Make no mistake, I hate you. More than you’ll ever know.” I say, pushing my button as well. I meant every word. Furthermore, I’d never stop hating Aiden. Not in a long shot. “You can’t decide to hate me, love. Plus, stop convincing yourself that you do; it’ll hurt more when you realize you don’t.”

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

I hate to. We have a lot of shits to sort out.

It's full of hate and anger. "David." Mate.

“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 eye