Haters Gonna Hate Novels & Stories

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

Zylith. There are many thing in life that I hated, but what I hated the most of all was.... A BITCH! I hated bitches the most! Especially the ones that acted all weak and pitiable, while hiding a bellyful of venom! I was glaring so hard that my eyeballs were about to ignite. In fact, if glares could kill, my scorching glare burning holes into this seductive songstress could kill her a thousand times.

“Let go of me! You aren’t? You bastard! Son of a bitch! Stop manhandling me! I swear I will kill you if you let go of this instant! You fucking asshole! Do you want to die that badly!? Oh my god! I hate you badly! Let me see how make me accept you after doing this! You shithead! Go die at a ditch! I would be happier at that, heck! Everyone would be happy. No one needs you to be alive, you beast! Monster! Crazy bastard! You’re sick in the head! No one likes you! You must think you are all that with your power! But you’re nothing! Goddamn it! Just stop being such a stalker! Just die if you can’t live without me!”

I even started to believe I was some type of mini-celebrity cause those comments were way too hateful to be directed at just a regular person. To be very honest, I had no idea I had so many haters. Yes, I knew a lot of people in this school didn't like me very much but the hate comments just proved to me that I was most probably the most hated person in Clinton high. I saw so many comments, with a lot of girls calling me a bitch, loser, whore and so on. Some even had the guts to compare me to Alyson Grande, my arch-nemesis.

"I don't know if I'm a jinx, but I know that as long as I'm alive, I have people who I need to protect. Don't make the mistake of thinking that you can do whatever you want now that you're an old hag. I'm warning you, let Rita go peaceably now. Otherwise, there's no telling what I might do. If you dare to harm even a hair on her head, I'll not only destroy you but the entire Hans family along with it. Just try me." Mango's eyes were icy cold and there was not a trace of warmth in them, as she looked at Madam Hans with such contempt. She hated every drop of Hans blood in her veins. She hated that she was related to this old hag in front of her. Most of all, she hated that she had failed to pr

I sighed big time as I realise that "Haters gonna hate , let them. Live your own life , there's a lot of people who loves you. Think about them not the person that hates you" I turned to Andrew and can't help but look at that handsome face. He turned to me "I'm sorry Kayla , everything. I really deserve everything but I don't want to let you go. I like you and it's killing me.." He said sadly "You hurt me , the scar is still there" "Why didn't you just get mad at me? Yell at me.. or punch me or slap me or just throw your anger at me?" He asked

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on. My darkest fantasy played on repeat in my head: a huge stage packed with haters and simps. I’d crawl out naked on a leash, collared like a bitch in heat, while they cheered for my public ruin....spanking, slapping, kicking, spitting, and passing me around. This story started with my very first dedicated hater. He messaged me almost daily. “Useless slut. Bet you film those videos with a dick down your throat.” I used to argue back, but it only fed the fire. Eventually I stopped replying.