Hated Synonym Novels & Stories

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.

He also said he did not hate me again? Why did he even hate me before? Maybe because I'm poor or... maybe because I'm rude. If he didn't hate me, does that mean he likes me? Wait! the opposite of hate is like right? I paused my bicycle and stepped down. I want to examine how he reacted yesterday. If the opposite of hate is like? So when Raymond said; "Alice, I did not hate you, he actually meant, Alice I like you, right? " Huh! Can he like me?

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level. I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

"I later learned that you had already experienced it. With the only outlet for my hatred gone, I felt disappointed and panicked. I really don't know how to describe my feelings. "But this time, as I watched you underwater, I realized that compared to the fear and despair from five years ago, the moment you let go of me, I felt even more fearful and desperate. Because I was afraid that the person I hated would be gone forever." Sophie turned back with a faint smile, now streaked with new tear marks. "So, it turns out that hatred can also lead to a form of anticipation. Because having the person I hate still alive is much more satisfying than completely losing them before my eyes."

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

"And tell me about her parents." "Her dad is a middle-class businessman and her mother is a homemaker." "Any siblings she has?" "Yes. One jealous elder sister Eleanor who hates her beyond anyone's imagination." "Why is that?" "Because she believes that Elina took everything from her including their parents' love soon after she came in the world even Eleanor's ex-fiance also adores and supports Elina more than the cause of her kindness."

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

‘Damn it, someone’s sulking,' She thought. She didn’t get why he was so worked up, it was obvious they hated each other and he had made it clear he couldn’t accept her as an adopted sister or a lover...she didn’t even foil herself by thinking about becoming his mate, so, what was the reason for his tantrum?

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

I hated him. I hated this house. I hated that my body remembered exactly what that growl sounded like up close. And most of all, I hated that a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered what it would feel like to be the one making him lose control like that. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed silently into it. Three months. Three fucking months. This wasn’t going to be survivable. This was going to be torture. And Chase Hartley had just lit the match.