How To Hate Novels & Stories

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded

"You see that woman happens to have but one son, I am the only child of my mother and we've been very close from day one. She loves checking up on me and that's all! I really think you should stop making these assumptions in your head because mother really likes you alot and I'm sure that she is transferring all the love she has for me to you . If you keep on behaving this way you would only end up being in an enimity with her and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. You know mother is a very soft and kind-hearted woman, but at the same time if she happens to hate you, you would really regret it. So I think whatever thing going through your head you should try and keep it calm , learn to love th

After that I went to my office. "How many times do I need to tell you to make the changes I have told you and create a new contract.I don't like this fucking contract. Create a good one, I don’t pay you to come up with this kind of crap. Get out and make sure to submit a better one before lunch time or else find a new job tomorrow. " I shouted angrily to my employee. Fuck! I know its too early to shout. But I hate it when i feel like they don't put all their effort in respective jobs.I am strict and sometimes harsh because I pay them right, so they should do their job properly too.He left after that and resumed my work.

“We just don’t talk about it. It’s normal to want to hurt people who hurt us.” He hadn’t been making sense. “Did you hurt someone?” “You take all those drops of hate and put them in a bottle. Drop by drop. Hate doesn’t evaporate—it’s like oil. Then one day, the bottle is full.” “What happens then?” “It has to be emptied.” “Bobby, did you hurt someone?” “How else do you get rid of the hate?” He had tugged at his cuffs. They had been stained—dark, unmistakable. “Is that blood, Bobby?”

My stomach dropped even as the words left my mouth. Why did I say that? My rage and the pain had driven me to a level of insanity. He paused to tilt his head down at me. “You don’t know what hate is, Saria. If you did when you said such things, it’d be that much more lovely.” “I do hate you. I’ve learned enough of what it is, to know I feel it for you.” “If you can hate me then you could learn to love me. Give me all the things I want without ropes or chains.”

A tear streamed down her face as she gazed at me. "I clung onto hope that one day this will all come to an end." My heart sank as Rachel shut her eyes and tears continued to stream down her cheeks. "Remember, Rara, hate isn't created; it is planted. You cannot simply erase it, but you have the power to change it. It's up to you to decide what you want to transform it into: anger, fear, sorrow, anticipation, or even... love."

Hate her. The very thought of her makes my pulse hammer in my ears. I can taste the metallic sweetness of pure hatred on my tongue right now — sharp as acid, bitter as burnt coffee, sweet as revenge. I could kill her, and it wouldn’t even feel like a crime. It would feel like setting something right.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 How do you make someone hate you? All my life, I’ve only seen people making an effort to be liked by another, but because of my unfortunate situation, the reverse is the case; I have to work hard to make someone hate me, and it had to be Professor Matteo.