I Hate It When Voldemort Novels & Stories

It took every ounce of willpower not to toss the jasmine tea in his face. I.. Fucking…hate him, Ruslan Orlov.

I know I never liked that girl I still don't like her but with the one that I call my own is more than a death sentence . All those that have a given in this one way the other are going to gage everyone of them killed . Spiking their blood is going to be the best thing that would make me at ess . I promise you orbi ,I know that I don't like you and I never will but one thing I'd like is that anyone who dared to tifg the one that's understandable my care elio gsf evti face that with sbc that's what halo . Whoever that has a hand in this one way or the other , psy with their head .

I train until my body aches. I fight until I win. I conquer everything in my path. When my father dies, I take the throne. And then I hunt. Not Zoella. Not the stepmother. Violet. Only Violet. Because she blinded me. Because she shattered my pride. Because she once made me feel weak. And now… I think I finally hate her enough to want her dead. That’s what I told myself. Until the day I found her again. And my wolf howled… MATE.

He slowly turned his head back to look at her. “You’re really losing it,” he said softly. Hermoine’s chest moved up and down fast. She looked like she wanted to hit him again, but her hands were shaking. “I hate her,” she whispered. “I hate her so much.” Ares stood up, rubbing his jaw. “You hate her because she has what you want.” “I want him to suffer,” Hermoine said. Her voice was quiet now, full of rage. “I want her gone. I want both of them to hurt.”

“I’m a half-vampire. A species you hate more than any in the world.” “Honey, you forget my best friend is a witch, and a witch is a reason for a lot of pain in my life.” “You’re such an amazing person. A lot of people in your shoes would hate all vampires and witches.” “But I don't. Just because you’re a witch or vampire doesn’t mean you’re the one I hate.” “Come here,” I say, with tears in my eyes. Theo is so amazing. “I’m here, my mate,” he says, bringing his face closer to me. I seal my lips with his.

I've had a plan since day one, and though there still are many things I wish I could experience, I knew I had one purpose when I made the fucking deal years ago. "Luci, don't tell me you're thinking about seeking him out. You can't. You know that you wouldn't find him unless he wants to be found. A place you're thinking about, a place like that, man, it doesn't exist." Vlad exclaims, and I barely hold back from lashing out at him. Vlad and his stupid riddles, I fucking hate them. For once, the guy could talk like every other normal person, but no, he has to be the smartass and sound like a complete tool as he does.

Is that what she was worried about? "I don't want that power," I said. "Or the clan. Okay? Seriously, what is wrong with you people? How many times do I have to tell you I have bigger and better things to do than huddle in a drafty castle in the back ass of Europe and play dress up?" Pannera snapped, coming for me, but I was ready and so was my demon. Just enough fire. Vampires hate fire. I think I singed her. Most awesome.

He held his hand out to Levi. Levi clasped his brother's hand. "You have no idea how long I waited to get my brother back." "Alex are you crying," Gina said. "No, shut up," she said to Gina as she wiped away her tears, and even I was tearing at the sentiment. Levi grinned. "See what you did. You made Voldemort cry." Alex glared at him. "Shut it Valentine, or I'll turn you into a bat." "I'm starting to think you're secretly a nerd," Gina said to Levi, "with all your pop culture references."

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

“Figures.” Silence stretched between us for a moment, but my mind refused to shut up. Images of Victor standing beside another woman kept replaying in my head like punishment. “I hate him,” I said suddenly. Jane groaned. “Please do not start.” “I mean it,” I continued, sitting up on my bed. “I really hate him.” Jane turned back to look at me. “You hate everyone when you are emotional. Last week it was the barista because she spelled your name wrong.”