Hated Synonym Novels & Stories

“Back then, I didn’t know what hate really meant.” He leaned back, turning his head to look at me fully now. “And now?” “Now I know it’s not the opposite of love,” I said quietly. “It’s just what’s left when everything else burns out.” Hate. It’s what I felt for Antonio, not Rino. I never hated Rino, I just resented him for existing in my world at all. Antonio, though… I hated him so fiercely I wanted him dead. I smoothed the front of my skirt one last time, “I should go,” I said, standing, and he rose with me like he was my shadow.

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

“Let's just say I hate Don Andrew Miller as much as both of you do.“ The older soldier's eyes darted for the second time like he was really confused. “We don't hate him. We just really don't like the way he handles matters relating to the family these days. Isn't that so, Mike?“ Mike nodded in agreement, not being able to utter a word for fear of being preyed upon. He feared Underboss Darkie just as much as he feared the Don, and he knew a word from Darkie to Don Miller could get them all executed. “You say you don't hate him; and yet you don't like him. What's the opposite of hate?“ “Love—I think,” the younger one chirped in without thinking. A single glance from Darkie made him flinch and

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

Lucien- Vampire king I hated witches, no actually, hate was a somewhat polite word to use. I fucking loathed them and their entire existence. They were deceptive, cunning and manipulative bitches and ever since they tricked me which led into the demise of my mate, I had put it upon myself to slaughter any witch I met. If we crossed paths and you happened to be a witch, I would kill you first then ask questions later.

“What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he chews. “Hate is subjective. It varies from person to person. Do you see me hating your brother the same way you think I hate you?” I shake my head. “But hate is hate, isn’t it?” “I want to hate-fuck you, I want to hate-kill your brother,” he shrugs. “See the difference, bambina.” My legs press together as I pretend to ignore his words. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Hate. “Wait!”

The one who used to despise her, harboring resentment in his heart. The one that hated her guts.

Jerk. He hates our kind with a passion like I do.

The utterance of the word brought out another measure of hatred from Sonia. Sonia thought she had finally started to get along with her sister and finally began to like her, but now she knew there was this thin line between love and hatred, and she had just crossed that line swiftly. Another thing she hated about this situation was the fact that a lot of people would fault her for hating or despising what Edwina had just done. Because she had done similar things to her, and one could even say at a higher degree. But "Fuck her," she muttered within herself.