Hate That Novels & Stories

She had hidden so many emotions in her heart that this time, she was not able to control herself and endure the same level of pain and suffering again and again. "Don't you dare touch me? I hate you. I hate your name. I hate your face. I hate your smell. I hate your smile. I hate your voice. I hate your eyes. I hate your touches. I hate when you call me Baby Bubble. I hate you wholly. I hate everything about you", Arika growled annoyingly and frustrated. Zane listened to her threats and curses and this couldn't stop him from confessing his love for her, "But I LOVE YOU"

I sighed. “So it was hate sex? I’ve heard of that from women back in Athens. And they always say it’s a thin line between love and hate.” Melite frowned. “I guess. I mean, I don’t hate her. I’m not too fond of some of the things she says. But nothing is enough to make me hate her. I reserve hate for people who truly deserve it.” I shrugged.

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

he mutters, pouting. My heart aches. But even in his anger, he’s still so angelic, he's still my little Attie. “Baby, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He looks up at me, eyes sharp. “Why do you hate him, Mommy?” My breath catches. Hate? Where did he learn that word? “Where… where did you hear that?” I stammer. “You treat him the opposite of love,” he says, glaring. “Which is hate.”

I started, but she cut me off. “I don’t hate men, Kade.” She looked up at me, her eyes seemingly to suck me into their cold bottomless pits, “Hate is too simple. Hate implies you care enough to feel something. I don’t hate men, Kade.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “I despise them.” Her words were like shards of glass in my chest.

he exclaims in disbelief. “Of course, I don’t. I’m hurt and angered and saddened by what you did, but I don’t hate you. That’s extreme. Hate is a strong emotion, and toxic. I love you; I don’t hate you. I just hate what you did, and that’s completely different.” “You really don’t hate me?” he asks with uncertainty. I roll my eyes. Come on, he knows I’m physically unable to lie. “If you’re so convinced I somehow found a way to lie, then read my mind. You can, can you not?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

The joke is on me big time. I want to hate him. I really want to but now I realize I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't. How can I when the mere mention of his name makes me wet and helpless with the need for him!? When the thought of him makes me weak with warmth, and tenderness, and... Love. I just love the bastard. I'm incapable of hating him. 'I love you, Thor Reginald Quinn!' I shout in my mind. 'Since hating you is not working then I give up trying to hate you, you bastard! Satisfied!?'

Noah just nodded. “I hate you for making my life so miserable! I hate you for hating us, for hating me! I hate you for not being a father. I hate you for hurting my mother and me. I hate you, Noah, for not sticking inside your shithole where you belonged,” Noah growled deeply, his words barely audible but his voice loud and powerful.

I hate him so much. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 🌝🌝🌝. How?

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.