Romans & histoires I Hate It When Voldemort

Not in a way that would please him. "Do you have any idea what I hate the most, little wolf?" Vladimir pondered, his tone so close to normal. His fingers brushed over the rim of the brand, following the mark Alexandria had burned into her shoulder. Her muscles flexed under his touch, but she did not respond. That resistance—it made him shiver. He smiled. "I hate hope," he whispered. "I hate the idiots who hold on to it, hoping it will miraculously save them." He drew closer, his hot breath on her shivering lips.

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​"I’m just getting to know the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, and I find her far more interesting than a meeting." I stared at him and saw a man who was willing to let the world burn for an hour just to make me smile. I looked away, feeling a bit nervous. ​"W-What about you? What do you hate, Viktor?" ​He didn't hesitate to answer. "I hate when things are out of my control and I hate seeing you cry over people who aren't worth your tears.” I bit my lower lip when I remembered he had said that before to me. “A-And your likes? What are the things you like?”

Wow, I know I can't stop saying that word since I got here, getting to know this part of him makes me want to spend more time with him. "Moreover, if I don't keep to my self and becomes the confident person which I am, the high rankers will take it as a challenge to their tittle afterall the blood of a beta still runs through my vein. As for Sophia words, I don't know why but I find it cute, I just can't hate her, anything she doesn't looks quite entertaining". I look at him in horror as he says sweet things about Sophia bullies. Suddenly he became stiff and look at me with a serious face and said. "Just like the way lord voldermort came back for Harry potter, your mate will come back for y

I let him know that I was angry and I was going to strike him back. But he didn’t think that I was serious because he was a prince and that was the first time he ever did anything vile to me. And it was going to be the first time I vowed to make anyone hate me even more. So when he least expected it. I poured a large amount of vervain on his body, and vervain is a vampire’s weakness. I remember his scream, his scream filled me with so much joy. Everyone turned around to see what was going on. They all saw what I had done, and one of the teachers dragged me to the headmaster’s office.

The first time in years that I'd ever smiled at him for calling me silly. I had always hated him calling me that because it sounded more like an insult to me than a tease. And he only reminded me of my mother's tease whenever he did and I hated it. Because I always blamed him for her unhappiness and death. But now I smiled at the things I hated the most about him. Was it because I thought he would die soon? Or have I really changed? Horror clenched my heart at the second thought. I didn't want to change. I wanted to remain Voldemort. The one everyone hated, but was that even worth it?

Lavender: Once in my room, I felt a rush of tears in my eyes. It was all my fault, honestly. But I wondered if I disliked Igor. Not at all. I didn’t hate him or not like him. He was actually very comforting when he wanted to be. But he was also a bit of a controlling and aggressive type.

I created a force field around us, preventing the blood drinkers from coming near us. I used my powers to create a vortex, sucking them in one by one. They tried to fight back, but they were no match for me. I felt empowered, and I knew that I had to defeat them. They were the reason why people hated witches. They were disgusting creatures who fed on blood, and they had to be destroyed. As they were being sucked into the vortex, I looked at them with disgust. "You are the reason why people hate witches," I said. "You are disgusting creatures, and you should be ashamed of yourselves."

"Or, you know- maybe someone in the world has asked lord Voldemort to-" "What's with you and Voldemort today? You in love with him or something?" "What? No?" "Then why do you keep saying his name?" "Dude, I don't know." I shook my head. "His nose are goals, man. That's all I know." "And his hair too." I let out a laugh. One that I haven't had since Ashton and I broke up. "Yeah. Especially his hair." Brayden grinned. "See? You're having fun right?" He nudged me. "So you like me now right?"

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.