How To Hate Novels & Stories

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

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He was not one to be manipulated. Nevertheless, I asked her the question, gently trailing my hands over her freshly weaved dark hair “Why are you crying?” “You are the one who made me cry. I hate you Marie” came the tearful response. There was less fire in her tone but the words were definitely saying her heart, her tears must have drained her of her energy. I thought shaking my head in fake pity. “The feeling is mutual dear. I hate you too” I deadpanned. Her dark eyes glared at me this time, chest heaving, she pulled herself to a standing position. I did the same, straightening my skirt

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

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,

From hate to love. ~THE END~