He Hates It Novels & Stories

“What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he chews. “Hate is subjective. It varies from person to person. Do you see me hating your brother the same way you think I hate you?” I shake my head. “But hate is hate, isn’t it?” “I want to hate-fuck you, I want to hate-kill your brother,” he shrugs. “See the difference, bambina.” My legs press together as I pretend to ignore his words. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

The four words almost seemed to have been squeezed out of his throat with a tremble. She said, "I don't hate you, and I don't want to hate you. Hate is a very hurtful feeling. It was nice being in love with you. I don't want to add hatred to it. Between love and career, you chose the latter. That’s all you did.”

he called as he walked in "What do you want?" "I was worried" he said "Why will you be worried? You probably hate me" I said "Why will I ever hate you?" he asked "Well I said..... I said horrible things to you" "If only I could really hate you Brianna, that would have been great because I know you can never love me as I love you and it's probably best to hate you but I can't, I can't bring myself to hate you" he said "You......you love me?" I stuttered

He was talking to her. "I hate you," he said, his movement a lot slower. "I hate everything about you. Your face, your body, your personality, your smile, your eyes. I hate every part of you. I've always hated it with every part of my soul. I genuinely hate you and I wish for nothing but to stay away from you. Tonight is the last night, never again. This will never ever happen again."

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions." "Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess) "You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes. He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."

Noah just nodded. “I hate you for making my life so miserable! I hate you for hating us, for hating me! I hate you for not being a father. I hate you for hurting my mother and me. I hate you, Noah, for not sticking inside your shithole where you belonged,” Noah growled deeply, his words barely audible but his voice loud and powerful.

“Admit it.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision, a silent battle raging within her. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I hate you.” He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “Good. Hate is a powerful emotion, *cara*. It keeps you alive. It keeps you sharp. And it makes this all the more… interesting.”

Olivia nods. He walks away a little and stops. "Why do you hate rich people?" "No no no, I don't hate your family." "Just answer me." "I don't hate them. I just hate few of them for their uncalled for attitudes, uncaring, greediness." Maximum nods and leaves.

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."