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Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.

She stood in the center of the sunlit room, fire blazing in her eyes, every line of her body coiled with defiance. But I could already see it—the fracture. She hated this place. She hated me. And yet… When her gaze lingered on the balcony, the gardens stretching endlessly below, when her fingers brushed the velvet drapes too long, when her lips parted at the sight of endless books stacked in the library like treasures… that hatred flickered. I lived for those flickers.

☆Daniel☆ My fists were tightly balled and my chest weighed down, yet the moment her gaze met mine, my voice vanished again. I could see the pure hatred in her eyes, a stark contrast to the woman I once knew. The woman who always looked at me with so much love and hope. What else could I have anticipated after what I did to her, when she had been nothing but a devoted wife? “Say something! Are you really this stupid?” Kate yelled at me.

Aveline started, voice shaking. “Don’t you dare ‘Mom’ me.” Lavinia’s fingers dug into the counter until her knuckles whitened. “I see the way he looks at you. I see the marks. You think you’re so clever, so young and irresistible. But I will destroy you both if you don’t stop. Pack your things and get out, or I swear I’ll make sure everyone knows what a home-wrecking slut my daughter really is.” The hatred was no longer hidden. It poured out raw and ugly, years of buried jealousy finally erupting. Lavinia turned on her heel and stormed upstairs, slamming the bedroom door so hard the walls vibrated.

“You totally gave us a big shocker when you made it to the news because of her.” Oh… this one is rude and saucy. “Valerie, watch it,” Liam growled warningly. Her brows slowly lifted. “Why? Because I called her a whore?” she sneered. “But that's what she is. A power hungry one from the looks of it. Not like any of them was better though,” she added with an eye roll. “Valerie!” Liam exploded, his face turning a deep shade of red. “I said watch it!” “Or else what?” she retorted, her eyes blazing with challenge. “You will kill me off like you killed your past girlfriends? Or worse still, like you killed dad?” Wait… what?

They really wanted to eradicate their kind. At that certain moment, she swore to herself that she would accomplish this mission no matter what. Hunters Association must be destroyed. Hunters should die instead of werewolves. Her hatred for the hunters intensified. But she had to control herself and to pretend that she hated werewolves, instead of hunters. “You save our lives. Let us return the favor.” One hunter spoke up again. “Yeah, we are indebted to you. Tell us what do you need? We will try to help you.”

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CHAPTER TWO 'The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you." ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief It had been a long time since he last saw her, now that he finally glimpsed a sight of her after three years full of anguish and hatred, he couldn't seem to realize whether this feeling that was flooding against his spine and heart was in fact out of longing for her, or out of pure rage.

“Okay, my question to Karla is, have you ever cheated on your significant other?” We all looked at Karla. She began laughing hysterically. “Who hasn’t?” She answered. “I don’t even think that’s deep.” “Dope.” Alice said, putting that card in the deck of extra cards. “3 weeks and she’s already cheating.” “Not on Francis.” Karla said. “An ex.” “I’ll ask Nathan this,” Francis ignored Karla’s answer. “What do you hate most in this world?” “Liars.” He answered. “I hate liars. I just hate it when someone lies to me. Really, I hate that-”