How To Hate Novels & Stories

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.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

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.

“Yes, your… lapse in judgment. Ugly business. But not unsalvageable.” My jaw tightened. “You think she’ll forget? That she’ll look at me without seeing filth?” He sipped his drink, unbothered. “No, she won’t forget. But hatred? Hatred is useful. Anger can twist into curiosity. Pain can bend into trust. You just have to play the right cards.” “She hates me,” I muttered, voice raw. “Every look, every breath around me—she hates me.” “Good,” he said simply. “Hatred is fire. Fire can be controlled. What you should fear is silence.”

I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

I asked. “Yes,” he replied. There was no pity in his voice, no sorry. Just the hard truth. I looked away at the dirty floor, the shadows. “ I hate them,” I said. “Lucien, Mealis, the elders, the pack, I hate all of them” I shouted, my voice vibrating throughout the room. “Good” I looked back at him. “Hate keeps you alive, when everything is gone, you need to use it” he said. The heat in my chest moved again, like it agreed to what he said, like It wanted out.

she too was secretly hoping Danyang would return for her but Bryan never said he would ever return. She confirmed her friend's torture was much greater than she had thought and she pitied her. "[She hates werewolves, which made her suffer greatly for like forever, only to unintentionally fall in love with one and then be left like this, no no no..],".. Evely thought as she drew in pity for her best friend. "[And she can't even hate him? How the terrifying hatred turned to the most terrifying love.]".. Evely wondered and sighed. When it comes to Sophia's hatred for werewolves it was still there but had an exception, which everything later melted away as she fell in love with Bryan at first si

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.

she revealed. “You do?” Harper nodded. “All you have to do is take ten sheets of paper. On each of the sheets, write all the things you hate or dislike about him, preferably ten or twenty in number and detail.” That was the first time Charlotte had heard such a thing. “When you are done writing them, glue the sheets of paper to the places or things you use the most. If you see it every day, you will grow to hate it even more and unlove him too,” Harper explained. “Works for me every time.”

"How can someone do this to their own child? All you people care about are curses and harming your children, so why let them live? An evil county like this deserves to burn." "As he said this, Nathaniel suddenly moved and his cold eyes were scarlet once again. He looked as if he had claws of his own, threatening to tear anything in front of him to pieces." "His endless hatred was like a tornado, showing no mercy to anyone that came in the way." Bettany felt as if her heart was about to stop beating. "She knew about Nathaniel's hatred for Nanny Zhang and poison, but this was still the fate of the Zhang family."