I Hate It When Voldemort Novels & Stories

“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.” ​ “I’ll break her until she’s lost every shred of hope, until she’s lifeless, like Raina.” Kabir snarled, his bloodshot eyes falling on Ziniya, now turning blue. ​ “But,” as if a switch flipped, his expression changed into a smirk. ​

Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance. "Yup!" They both said while giving me flat tone. "What's got into you bro's!" I said to them but still they all look at me seriously. "Woah seriously? Gezz fine I'll answer your questions ok!" I said as they still like to pushed that topic so I surrender. " Of course we all wanted to have someone to love and cherish ok? But not for now!" I said while giving them cheeky smile. "Idiot!" Blake mumbled.

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

she too was secretly hoping Danyang would return for her but Bryan never said he would ever return. She confirmed her friend's torture was much greater than she had thought and she pitied her. "[She hates werewolves, which made her suffer greatly for like forever, only to unintentionally fall in love with one and then be left like this, no no no..],".. Evely thought as she drew in pity for her best friend. "[And she can't even hate him? How the terrifying hatred turned to the most terrifying love.]".. Evely wondered and sighed. When it comes to Sophia's hatred for werewolves it was still there but had an exception, which everything later melted away as she fell in love with Bryan at first si

I got off the bed and rushed out, my bare feet hitting the marble floor as I stepped into the hallway. I just need to find my mum so we’ll talk some more, probably come to a resolution, even though she secretly hates me. My heart ached at the thought, but I know I deserve it. I killed her husband after all, how could she ever forgive me? Just as I was about to roam into another room, I heard my name. “Sapphire.” I froze. Jonathan approached from the opposite end of the hallway, smiling warmly like everything in the world was perfectly fine.

“This… explains a lot.” “Poor guy doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s adorable, really,” Hazel said with a wicked grin. “Adorable?” I repeated incredulously. “Hazel, he looked like he was in pain.” “Exactly,” she said with a laugh. “And you know what the best part is? He has some sort of hatred towards witches. It's a very deep hate from what I've seen.” I groaned, pressing my fingers to my temple. “How is that the best part, Hazel?” I asked.

But I didn't show any sign just to ignite him. I think it's unfair that he has all my love while I have none of his but It won't take long for the wheels to turn and for karma to bite him like bitch! "I loved you and it turned out my worst nightmare." I said looking sharply in his grey orbs that were looking at me fury and amusement, " and I don't hate you.... but if you were on fire and I had water, I would drink it." I said each word clearly. He should know his worth near me...

Gia's POV: I hated Vito. I hated everything about him. I hated his stupid beautiful face. I hated how his words broke me down. I hated everything about the asshole. Somehow, even when I hated him that much, I just wanted, desperately, for him to stop treating me as if I was an incompetent child.

Ivy Having vampires in our school is horrible, but having Xavier look at me with that devilsih smirk on his face is even worst. He keeps on bugging me, even after the warning I gave him. I swear I want to kill him so bad, and I’m sure I probably will soon kill him at this rate.

“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.”