How To Hate Novels & Stories

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything.

Take the biggest thing you own (hairbrush handle, thick bottle, dildo, whatever stretches you) and coat it in spit. Lots of spit. Make it drip. Hold it up to the mirror so you can watch yourself line it up with your cunt. Look yourself dead in the eyes and say: “This is for the man I hate.” Then shove it in. All the way. No warm-up. No mercy. Watch your pussy swallow it. Watch your lips stretch around it. Watch your face twist with that perfect mix of hate and need. Start fucking yourself hard. Wrist snapping. Every thrust deep enough that your reflection jolts.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength

I turned to look back at him, “Hatred? You’re saying it’s okay to hate people?” “To be human is to hate, just as it is to love and fear. What I’m saying is to let yourself feel it. Harness it. Use it against those who would do you harm, and above all,” His voice dropped into a rough growl, “Show no mercy.” Show no mercy. Those three words shattered the dam I’d been constructing my entire life. Each time I let Lucille and Kimberly slap me around. Each time I told myself that fighting against them wasn’t worth it. All that pain, and shame, and hatred came bubbling to the surface.

It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do. The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love. Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

I hate it… but how do I get rid of him now?

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

“At least he knows that you are watching, that you still care for him after what happened.” “I don’t think he ever thought that I care for him. He hates me, remember?” I remembered, “I wish I have noticed it sooner, so I could have done something about it.” How could we make the people who hate us unhate us? Are we supposed to change ourselves? Or do the things that they like even it is against us? I don’t think that people could hate you just because you are a specific kind of person, or just because you live in a different way. Hate is a strong word, and there has to be a grave reason behind it.