I Really Hate That Man Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

Tanya screamed, gritting her teeth as she tried to scramble up. This man was a monster. Forcing his newlywed wife to degrade herself in front of his servants and guards? Sick. Twisted. Delusional. There was no way she would submit. “What, can’t understand plain language?” Leonard mocked. “Or do you need me to have them help you take your clothes off?” His gaze lingered on her stubborn expression. For a fleeting moment, an urge to soften rose within him— Then the thought cut it off. That woman’s daughter.

“Stop! Whatever you're doing, I hate it!” “You should loathe me.” “I do!” “Do you?” His breath was hot on my face, lifting strands of hair. He tucked them behind my ears. “I was never given the chance to be innocent, Miss Parker. My petting zoo is the wilderness.” He smirked. “Enter if you must. But I hate to see wild things broken.” I shivered, caught between death and the fraying couch. “You're rambling, Samael.”

"This way, it would be easier for me to obtain his sperm " "But it's a bad thing for me" Jeremy's eyes were red. "Barbara, you're the woman I love. I single handedly sent you to another man's bed. Do you know how I feel? I'm such a jerk!" Jeremy pulled his hair with his hand, seemingly in great anguish. Well, who on earth could watch their beloved woman sleep with another man? Besides, Barbara was even forced to sign that ridiculous contract with Dexter. Barbara looked away. She did not dare to look at Jeremy. It was a fact that Jeremy loved her. If he knew that she was the daughter of the woman he hated the most, would he still feel the same?

I at least have a cot, thin shitty per-used pillows and my alarm clock. I hate this pack and this man. He is violent, cruel and vicious. How I managed to be in his care I'll never know but fuck it here I am. Still alive!. That's a bonus. I hate the pack simply because they don't seem to care enough to come check on me out here or even notice anything.

"He took Eve from me. Now, he's got her hooked. I don't know why they are all attracted to him. It's not even like he's all that. They are just so stupid to choose him over we who have labored so much just to make his Pack expand." The second friend tapped Malker on his shoulder. "Do you know why I hate him?" "He took your love interest?" "No, he killed my parents after they begged him not to. That man is a cruel monster. Goodness, I wish that I could just allow him to go. I want to watch him die, I want him to regret ever doing me dirty. I want to make him bleed. He's going to regret his actions surely." "Frank, I have a very good plan."

"You absolute idiot." He rubbed his face aggressively, trying to scrub away the exhaustion, but the fatigue went bone-deep. He hated him. He told himself that every single day. It was his mantra. I hate Han Jun-woo. He hated his wide, doe-like eyes that looked at the world with such naive hope. He hated his trembling mouth that couldn't hide a single emotion. He hated his tanned skin, which reflected the sunlight like an Egyptian prince. He hated his curly hair that he had spent a good part of the ride back to his apartment twirling around his fingers. He hated the way Jun walked, the way he laughed, the way he existed.

That’s if I am really in Italy. “Also---“ He turned back to me and smirked. I hated him so much that I wanted to spit on him but I couldn’t do that. How can a man be so handsome and be so repulsive? He had a face that should be liked but his overall attitude ruined his good-looking face.

I hissed, “You’re not just unattractive and bad-mannered with the personality of a trash bin, you’re the last man on earth I’d ever want to please or even want to like me.” I could see the muscle in his jaw twitch, his eyes darkening. “I dislike you so much,” I went on, my voice rising, “that if I had barely three months left to live and you were the last man on earth, I’d proudly die a virgin.”

What was he, a vampire? "Jethro, you’re going to make me hate you!" I glared at him fiercely. I’d never hated anyone as much as I hated Jethro now. I felt trapped, humiliated, and enraged. Jethro trembled slightly, his gaze shifting from anger to confusion. "Did you just say you hate me?" His voice was light but tinged with palpable danger. "If you keep humiliating me like this, yes, you'll become the person I hate most in this world!"

Will I be able to see her from closer? All of a sudden the account manager is screaming like an insane person about why I stopped work. I mean seriously who allowed him to be born on the earth as a human; of course God but he should be a pig. The wrong comparison, I think the pig is much better than him. Bloody moron. I hate him. Nope, hate is less to express, I wish there were more words on this. So, I just look at him and start my work in the thought of my Ira, my love, my soul.