I Hate It When Voldemort Novels & Stories

LXXVI: Burning Hate Alyssa's POV I hate seeing him. I hate that even after he became powerless and enslaved, his presence is still undeniably noticeable. He struts around with his head held high as he isn't a criminal. I hate that stoic face of his as if he didn't do anything wrong. I hate it whenever I hear his voice. I hate everything about Knox Volkov and I have never hated anyone in my life.

Ariel stood frozen, then broke into tears. She could not wrap her head around why he hated her so much. None of it made sense. It was like everyday with Axel came with its own troubles, including the following day.

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

“You should have done better!” My heart hurls at the mention of Vladimir. It happens every time someone brings him into the conversation. And for someone who claims to detest his guts so much, they bring him up a lot. If only there was a way to caution him against Lorenzo and his villainous schemes. I might have hated Mir once, but the idea of him getting hurt—or dying—drops my heart into my stomach. I feel awful. Miserable. Something needs to be done about this situation. But I’m not sure what. Yet.

“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

She asked. "I married him after the death of my stepsister, Avery. Why did he have to pay me back by not loving me? He hated me. He accused me of killing his dead wife. Meanwhile, I showed him love in return. What was my crime? That I bore children for him?" "Or that he never loved my children as much as he loved his daughter Princess Theadora!" She yelled, pushing off all the cosmetics on the top of the drawer. "I hate him. I wish I can bring him back and kill him again" She cried.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

Why am I getting sentimental now? I bit my lip and before I could shove the sobs down my throat, my body sank to the floor and all the wailing I've been failing was cut loose. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I screamed and screamed and kept on screaming the agony that drowned my chest and flooded my eyes. Victor wasn't the greatest. He was evil, selfish, and greedy. He tried to kill me, had hurt me, and even went so far as to order rogues to get to me. I can spell a hundred more reasons to hate him.