Hating Quotes Novels & Stories

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

I finish, anticipating her conclusion "Oh no, it doesn’t fade away, it never fades away." "Okay, but what if that feeling gets replaced with hate?" I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then that's just a phrase because you can never truly hate someone you love. You can feel hurt and angered, but never hate," she replies, her words dripping with wisdom.

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like

If looks could kill then I wouldn’t be dead here right now. “I DO NOT put up with disrespect from anyone. Your title, given by contract, as my mate,” his lips peeled back in disgust, “doesn’t make you any different than the rest. I have no qualms with punishing you until you get that lesson through your thick fucking skull. It’s a lesson that you might want to learn before you’re cuffed to a pole, becoming intimately familiar with just how painful it is to be whipped with silver and wolfsbane. Maybe that’ll drive the lesson through your thick fucking skull. And don’t delude yourself with fantasies about your coward of a mother. She turned on her pack. She got people killed. And I will not al

“I hated you the very day I saw you, I hated you the day you acted like a bitch when I started dating Olivia. I have hated you since you tried to ruin my marriage with Olivia. I hate you because you are one of the reasons Olivia died and I fucking hate you for coming into my life. You see, I have hated you for so long. You can do yourself a favor by getting the hell out of my life” I don't know how I was able to listen to his hurtful words without tearing my heart out. I thought his words were like needles, piercing my heart anytime they came out of his mouth but there weren't. They were like daggers, stabbing my heart and twisting it continuously until it bled out.

" I hate you, "her words were enough cruel to stab his heart .His eyes flickered with a battle of emotions.Intensifying every passing second .He wanted to go and take the tongue out which dare to roll the words which were nothing but banished long back. No one dare to speak against or in front of him .But the person who was there to love him, even dare to roll the word hate indicating it for him .His eyes flickered with a burning fire, the veins popped out by the pressure exceeded, the blood ready to splatter all around .

I don't use the word hate often. My mother always quoted William Penn when I was a girl. “Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice, which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.” I kept repeating that quote, hearing her sweet and comforting voice as I was pushed against my lock and called all manner of vile things by Jane and her friends. I repeated it as I rushed to homeroom, and I used all my willpower not to look at or respond to Darius. I only just met them. If I gave them what they wanted, if I stayed away from them, they'd leave me alone.

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we