Hating Quotes Novels & Stories

He ruined her life, took her son, and she could no longer bear him. She yelled at Leo, "I hated your crazy old father. I hated your sissy brother. I hated you so badly that I wanted to burn my body every time you touched me. I wanted to kill my son inside of me, just because you're his father. I hate you , do you hear me? I hate you. I want to kill you like I killed your brother. Damn it.” After that, she felt nothing but that he was choking her with all his might, intending to kill her.

Her grandmother immediately rushed over. "Oh, sweetheart." Oindrila threw herself into the older woman's arms. The elderly lady's heart broke as she listened to her granddaughter sob. "They hate me, Granny." Her voice trembled. "No matter what I do, they hate me." Her grandmother hugged her tightly. "I know, my child." "They say horrible things about Mom and Dad." The old woman closed her eyes. Pain flashed across her wrinkled face. Because she knew exactly what Oindrila was experiencing.

____________________ ~ 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

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

Finally the voices start to fade away. Dr Ann said it was all in my imagination that people don’t actually despise me. That they had their own problems to worry about and “wouldn’t waste so much of their thoughts on you” but I was right. I was right all along. Everyone hates me….everyone hates me….everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me.

The two boys tried to suppress their laughter over their friend's lost face staring at the girl. "Sorry my friend, we think too much since we have too free brains," Daniel whispered, and then another one cracked silently, as he gained a glare from Parker. The next period started and Parker huffed in annoyance as the next teacher Mr. Nash entered their class. "I hate this teacher, he always picks on me for nothing. Why god? Why send him again to my class." Vance giggled "He is a young and cheerful teacher, though." The annoyed boy replied with narrow eyes, "So what, you got a crush on him or something?"

"Elena. You have your mother's eyes. I always hated your mother's eyes." "Good." "Good?" "Good." I stepped forward. "Because I hate everything about you." Margaret laughed. Soft. Bitter. Hollow. "Good," she said. "Hate is useful. Hate keeps you alive. Hate makes you strong." "Hate makes you blind." "Hate makes you focused." She turned to Lucien. "And you. Mira's son. You have her jaw. I always admired Mira's jaw." "Don't talk about my mother."

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.