Novel & Cerita I Hate It When Voldemort

He said as he turned to leave, "A pencil case is not worth a worry in the world, is it?" And into the penumbra, his lean figure dulled leaving Gianna to recollect, assimilate, and conclude that; Sean Vladimir was a heartless life-threatening pest with no antidote.

Igor's animosity towards Esmeray wasn't justified but it was understandable. "I had pondered over it a million times but I still can't understand why keeping the likes of Esmeray close didn't raise those memories for you. Why couldn't you hate those bloody magicians as I do? They broke our home." Fisting Vladimir's collar Igor bellowed. "The girl Esmeray had the same aura, the same attitude as Vincent. And her sitting on the throne that belonged to our mother, it irks me. It makes me want to carve her inside with my rusted sword."

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

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.

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

Scarlett’s POV We sat down in the east tower, we had just finished a meeting with his strategists. Now we simply sat and enjoyed the sun. “I hate you,” I said flatly, it was more to myself than to him. Draco didn’t even blink, only an eyebrow arched as his robe blew in the wind. “You’ve been saying that since you got here.” “I mean it more now.” He smirked. “If it helps you sleep at night but you know you don’t.”

My eyes soften. “ You are mistaken. You believe him to be a monster but he is not…He is not a monster. ” I step closer to him and grab his arm, emphasising every word. “ He killed uncountable people in the past, Violet. He never stopped to think about what he was doing. That…makes him a monster. ” Viktor smiles sadly, his eyes screaming that he thinks I have gone mad.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Kayla's pov Everybody clapped as Dante kissed me. I couldn't even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting any to see me Break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.