How To Hate Novels & Stories

She was very angry while saying those words. "Eric's Grandmom hates me." I simply stated. There was a complete silence for few seconds. I was wondering where did she go? Just then a laughing sound started coming. "Do you think it's a joke?" I asked her. "No! No!" She said. "But who can start hating someone in a day?" She tried to normalise her breathing. "Sometimes it's take a second either to love or hate someone." I said in a very serious tone. "This is not a movie Scarlett. It's a real life. And trust me hatred is a strong emotion. You must be thinking I am mad or I am not understanding you but always remember for hating someone you need to love them first." She paused.

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

“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.”

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

“Trying to figure out if you are gay enough for Peter.” “I'm not gay,” I spat. He nodded. “I know,’’ he smiled. “That's why I talked Peter out of a fake relationship with you and focused on himself and meeting new people.” I swallowed hard. If we weren't in public I would have punched him. “Look,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “I know you have a problem with my family, but I was trying to look past the hatred we have for each other's family. But now I'm beginning to see why my father hates all of you.”

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

—registered his mind that was seething in hate. After all, he was the boss. He was the one with the power and control. But Sara did not listen to him, of course, she was ignoring him like he was just something annoying. Austin turned red, and his jaw tightened from anger. He was seriously not a fan of being disregarded, and especially disregarded by someone he thought would crawl through the floor to please him. He felt a massive surge to put his dominance out there, to let Sara know who the real boss was and let her know that it was not her.

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.”

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of