He Hates It Novels & Stories

“Call him. Tell him to bring the rest. Or I’ll kill you right now.” He shoved the phone into my bound hands. I almost laughed. Like Kaelen would answer now. But he did. His voice was cold, clipped. Detached. I hesitated. “Hey. It’s me. They’re asking when you’ll be back with the other billion.” Silence. Then the line went dead. I handed the phone back. “He hung up.” The man’s grin returned, even sharper. “He really hates you, huh?”

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

".. he said making them run into the car at once. Evely gave him the directions and he took off to their house. "What are your likes and dislikes..".. Bryan asked Sophia. "And why will you ask that?, Look I don't know what you are up to. But Please don't make it more harder.".. Sophia muttered. "I'll tell you all her likes and dislikes. First she loves food, chicken feet precisely. And she Hates wolfs more than anything in the world. those are the two major likes and dislike in her life.".. Evely interrupted.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you acting this way?" What is this girl thinking? "Aren't you heartless to him? Sha, why is your heart numb for Kian?" Why am I angry with that man? Well, I despise rich people; I'm just angry! "Don't find out, Jannah; you might cry if you do. How did our quiz turn out? It's his fault I didn't get in because of that arrogant man. Nah, let's just go to the canteen. I'm starving."

A unsatisfied grin appeared on his face, thinking how can someone this shameless "You still can figure out what you have done, what is the depth of your sin, I wish you to die, to burn in hell, Jennie..." With limping she went close to him and placed his hand in his face and turned towards him, asked again "Did you really hate me this much...." Her voice bore pain, all he wanted Axel, the one he always craved for and for the one she did everything, and now that in his eyes there was no warmness except hate, Yanking her hand from him , screamed "I hate you Jennie, I hate you that much people can ever take, I want to kill you with my own hand even it didn't consider as a crime but too bad I do

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

And I had to admit that I was scared of him at that point. “You are afraid of me right?” He walked round the table, sitting on the chair across from me. “That’s how it should be. Do you know how much I hate your father, hoping that he perishes alongside his family. But here you are—living like a queen, about to bag the youngest and finest billionaire as your husband. Fuckkk!!” He screamed out in frustration. “Let’s cancel the wedding if that will make you feel better.” I said, remaining glued to my knees.

Ethan Miller stared at me with his eyes full of disgust. Those baby blue eyes that I love so much were now cold and hard. He hated me with all of his beings and was never afraid to let me know. "Faggot," he hissed. He wasn't too creative when it came to name calling that's for sure. "What did I do this time, Ethan?" I tried to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. His handsome face was twisted into a frown. A few students walked by and saw us but didn't say anything. Instead, they stood there and watched from a distance.