How To Hate Novels & Stories

"I later learned that you had already experienced it. With the only outlet for my hatred gone, I felt disappointed and panicked. I really don't know how to describe my feelings. "But this time, as I watched you underwater, I realized that compared to the fear and despair from five years ago, the moment you let go of me, I felt even more fearful and desperate. Because I was afraid that the person I hated would be gone forever." Sophie turned back with a faint smile, now streaked with new tear marks. "So, it turns out that hatred can also lead to a form of anticipation. Because having the person I hate still alive is much more satisfying than completely losing them before my eyes."

He was hoping that one day he will see them again and forgive him to what happen. New never forgets the day he got separated from his twin brother, he was hoping that soon they will see each other again. The past makes a scar on his face and the people who adopted him doesn't have enough money for surgery and he endures the pain and hatred thrown to him. He was grateful that the family who took him in, loves him like their own grandchild. But they passed away after he graduated from college. Now he was going to other country to have a surgery for free, in exchange for his help to the elder lady who passed out the street.

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****

Sitting in the middle of the weird looking machines, I sighed for the thirteenth time, loving the feeling of her words that had sparked another wave of hatred in my gut. Was I happy for holding hatred in such a younger age? the answer was a simple, yes. Cause why not? People should get what they deserve. Humming the tune that I wrote a few days ago, I got in the rhythmic music that played in my mind. “Take a deep breath, Make both sides of your chest numb, until it hurts a bit, breathe more. There is nothing left inside of you, until you feel. It’s okay even if you’re out of breath,

Elena's fingers curled around the door frame. "And then you walked into that cafe," Julian said. "You looked at me with those eyes and I could see you hating me. Really hating me, not because of what I'd done to you specifically but because of what I represented. And I thought, at least that's honest. At least that's real." She turned slowly. Julian stood in the middle of his study, blueprints scattered around him like casualties. His face was open in a way she'd never seen, every defense stripped away.

He was already kneeling, but seeing his daughter turning red from lack of air defeated him completely. “I know you are angry, but you won’t gain anything from your revenge. Hatred will only burn you from inside, and even if you avenge your sister, it will not give you peace. We can talk this out, son. You can re-open the case and even get Ziniya arrested, but what you are doing—” ​ Kabir cut him off. “Hatred is too small a word for what I feel for your daughter. She took more than my sister that day. Death would not give justice for her crime.”

The stupidly, arrogant bastard. I got my test results back and as expected, I’d failed the test. Now, I have no other choice than to work extra hard to not fail this course. How convenient. My day was going way smoother than I had expected. It had all been roses and sunshine since I stepped out of the house this morning. ~~~~~ “I hate him, I hate every inch of him and now I’m dealing with this predicament because of him!” I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the house and slammed the door shut behind me.

“I didn’t think anyone like you could ever be a part of my life.” “Because you didn’t deserve it?” She asked. “Honestly, yeah…” “When did you start to change? When did you stop disliking me?” The question was unexpected and it caught me off guard. I thought carefully before I answered. “I think from the beginning, it was hard for me to stay focused on the hate. And it was mostly because you were so good with Valerie and she instantly clicked with you too. You never treated her badly because of how I was treating you. From the first day, you treated her like she was yours. And you were so kind to me despite everything, that it was hard to dislike you. I was constantly fighting with myself. Th

"Guys.., you still don't hate me? Don't you think I am a fucking terrible person ?" "No..But of course you are at fault. You shouldn't have hated him and did all this to him for a silly cheque incident.", Kris said. "But it is not a very big sin or something that deserves death. Now since you are feeling guilty and you realized you were wrong, go and apologize him. He will probably forgive you." "How can he forgive me after all this? How am I supposed to beg him forgiveness after doing all this to him? And now he hates me. It's almost a week since we talked and yesterday I even put a bet telling he will lose the match."

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.