Hated Synonym Novels & Stories

I reply. "If I hadn't bought it someone else would've done it. If you were against this you could've utter a word yesterday at the meeting. The shares were in your name you could've said no. You didn't have sign those papers nobody forced you. So now accept this instead of acting like a puttana (bitch)." He replies. "What do you know? What the fuck do you know? Mr smart ass if I had a choice I wouldn't hesitate to tear those papers into pieces or say no to the whole deal. So believe me hating you it's the only option left stronzo (asshole)."

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, Amaya! Just leave my brother alone! Don't hurt him! Fuck yourself!!" "I hate you more than you hate me! Because you killed my love's family, you critically injured my friends! And you are fucking unreasonable right now for being so obsessed over my husband! You are never meant for each other! You're siblings! Hugo will never like you! Not when you are like this! You are a selfish bitch!!!"

There was really no reason to fire your cook". Martins said. "Oh please Martins, spare me the sermon, I don't think I can deal with that cook. She disgusts me!" Harry said. "Is this about the drink she mistakenly spilled on you or that she disgusts you. what exactly? your troubles don't make any sense to me and you are beginning to nag like a woman!, Martin's stated . He tells him about his attitude towards his workers, and minds him of using harmful and painful words or actions towards them. "You can never tell who would be of help to you tomorrow and this attitude of yours can never attract good but only succeeds in promoting hatred and evil plans towards getting rid of you. You must be ca

"How can you even think about ending your life in a second ? Is it for that you suffered all this. You are only this much ? You are a stupid Idiot, Dae." Dae was now crying silently. His only friend was also telling him that he is an Idiot. "Phet..please don't hate me. I know I am a useless stupid Idiot. Aroon hates me. no..nobody likes me. So why would I live ?", Dae said sobbing. " Dae..seriously.? Are you this stupid..!?How can you think I will hate you and Who told you nobody likes you. It's the funniest joke ever."

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

I said, blinking severally as I stared at him. Dominic straightened up a little as if that was necessary, I watched his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly said. "Yes, yes. I'm listening, boss." "What does it mean to hate someone so much but still want to have them?" I groaned out, cracking my knuckles as I wondered what Adrian was doing right now. Dominic struggled for words. "I... I think you like them..." "Wrong!" I growled, clenching my teeth as blood rushed over my ears. "I don't like Adrian. I hate him."

Never knowing the truth behind the hatred. “I hate her. Plain and simple. You know I do. Or, maybe you don’t. Maybe I hid it well. The resentment I feel toward her is overwhelming. Without her, I would have my Dad still here by my side. Seeing my taking over his role as Beta. Ever since that day when they sat me down and told me he would not be coming home..." That familiar ache within my chest was back. An ache I hated. One that had become almost too commonplace within my life. An ache that was because I missed him. Pain from losing the man I looked up. My hero...

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

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 hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.