I Hate Sand Novels & Stories

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

“A web you didn’t mind tangling yourself with the other night.” Sandy’s face heats up instantly. “Oh goodness, I was hoping you’d forget that already. And no, it wasn’t the boys.” “Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s… wow. It’s always the geeks who are the nastiest freaks.” Sandy covers her face with her palm. “I am not a freak. Stop that!” “You are, and that’s okay, sweetheart.” She drops her hand and glares at me, but the little smile tugging at the corner of her lips gives her away.

he scoffs. “You think I’ll fuck you on a beach? Do you know this is one of the worst places to fuck? The sand gets into one’s vagina and ass. I don’t want to relive that again…” I shudder at the mere thought of having to pay a visit to my dearest gyno for that… The poor man was scarred the last time I went. "Yeah, I had sand in my ass for two weeks after that…" Damien has the same reaction I did.

Sandy said determinedly. “Sandy, I don’t want to have anything to do with them. I have a life of my own, so I don’t need to get involved with them. I won’t be happy doing that either.” “I knew you’d say that. What a waste of an opportunity,” Sandy said as she pursed her lips. Wesley also interjected, saying, “Humans can’t always live in hatred. It makes us both tired and unhappy. I think Yvonne makes a fair point. I support her!”

Sobs wrack my body as I pull my hair in anguish. I hate Enrique. I hate candy man. I hate everyone but I hate myself the most. - The moon split half and the stars crumbled, falling like fireworks in the sea. I watched my world fall apart the day you left-

The more she wiped it, the more it kept coming. "I hate you, Alessandro. I hate your existence." "You should know I feel the same way, Tesoro. Do you expect me to like the daughter of my enemy?" "You are too cruel to be human!" "Of course I am. Because darling, I am a fúcking monster." Sandro chuckled, and his eyes darkened.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

“Selena, I love you and I know you had doubts about my feelings for you, but please I want you to know that I love you very much. You are my mate and you mean the world to me.” I said. “I didn’t know that Muna would do what she did. If I had known, I would have never allowed her to do it. I’m sorry, Selena. For causing you heartache and making you sad. Muna means nothing to me anymore. She was something to me before, but not anymore. Not after I’ve found you, Selena. Ever since I met you and knew you were my mate, I fell in love with you.” I said.

Bam. “I hate Creighton’s money,” Sandra snapped angrily as the bat hit the straw with a soft bounce. “I hate how he buys everything he wants.” Again, she hit the hay with a slight hissing sound. “I hate that I’m always left behind with the kids.” Wham. “I hate not being able to listen to my music when I’m cleaning house.” Thud. “I hate how Europeans treat me because I’m American.” Whack.

~KAHLAN AND EMETT~ I sat in the sand, feeling the warmth it carried on my skin. I had dug my toes deep, now pulling the sand towards me to cover the top of my foot. It's funny, I thought. When Tina first brought me here and the topic of beaches came up, all I could think was how much I hated the sand. I hated how it