Hate That Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena's fingers curled around the door frame. "And then you walked into that cafe," Julian said. "You looked at me with those eyes and I could see you hating me. Really hating me, not because of what I'd done to you specifically but because of what I represented. And I thought, at least that's honest. At least that's real." She turned slowly. Julian stood in the middle of his study, blueprints scattered around him like casualties. His face was open in a way she'd never seen, every defense stripped away.

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Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

"If you had been there for Michael, maybe he wouldn't be gone now." Jonathan's heart ached with guilt, his own grief mingling with the weight of his mother's blame. "Mom, I didn't know... I couldn't have known that he was going to be in that situation." “You’re murderer! A killer. I hate you! It’s all your fault.” If words could kill Jonathan would be dead by now. He bit his lower lip and swallowed hard because those were the words he wanted to hear from his own mother. His eyes were a little tearful and like a little child he lookedbat his father asking for help.

The stupidly, arrogant bastard. I got my test results back and as expected, I’d failed the test. Now, I have no other choice than to work extra hard to not fail this course. How convenient. My day was going way smoother than I had expected. It had all been roses and sunshine since I stepped out of the house this morning. ~~~~~ “I hate him, I hate every inch of him and now I’m dealing with this predicament because of him!” I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the house and slammed the door shut behind me.

What he felt for them all that moment was hate and one thing about when he hated was the fact changed his entire make-up and how he would see them from henceforth, hate made him reckless till gradually it suffocated every bit of emotions he had for them. He never let himself hate for that reason because once he did he didn't know how to control it. But right now, he could say he hated something. He hated the Eastern Colony and the fact they were trying to make him feel like a fool. Hatred fucking burned deep inside his heart and he could feel every bit of it,it felt like he was getting punched in the guts, and being stabbed over and over again. "What do you have to say about all this?" F

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"