I Really Hate That Man Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

Though, that man doesn't seem simple. Her focus shifted on the middle-aged man that was next to him. He exuded a calm aura, he was definitely an experienced warrior. 'I feel that he is strong but not extremely so, there is something off about him.' Lucinda couldn't know it but that middle-aged man was Jake, the werewolf that had trained her back in the forest. "You are about to witness a good show." Ivor whispered next to her, it was clear from the light in his eyes that he was excited.

Then, finally, his mask shattered. “You want to know what kind of man I am?” His voice was quiet, but there was steel in every syllable. “I am a man who has made too many enemies to count. A man who learned the hard way that feelings are weapons others will use to cut you open. I don’t get to be soft. I don’t get to be careless.” He paused, his gaze searing hers, almost burning her alive. “And yet here you are,” he breathed. “Standing in front of me, being exactly that. My one weakness.”

He smirked. A cold shiver ran down my spine. “Really?” I sputtered like a child who was barely learning how to speak. I just hated this man. This moment, he is sweeping you off your feet with his perfectly gentlemanly qualities, and the next moment, he is back to being such an inhuman, ruthless, and uncultured fellow. “I just hate you,” I remarked, letting go of the door handle and permitting his entrance. I walked into the bathroom, my hands shaking terribly.

Imani's POV I hate him. I hate him a lot. "Ugh! I hate him already!" I screamed once more, for what felt like the hundredth time today. If I were to receive a free wolf for every time I cursed that certain grumpy ingrate, my pack would undoubtedly be the most powerful in the land.

Please god! At this time, there is only one person I hate for my whole lifetime. It’s not my uncle who had tried to molish me some years ago, it’s not my aunt who has always given me the tortures and pain all over my heart and body, it’s not Jane as well. I have thought these people were the only people who gave pain to me but no! It’s not only them. It doesn’t mean that I don’t hate them but the first place of hatred is just replaced and the place is just taken by this fucking hell guy, Xavier.

“You’re not gonna win. Not this time anyway.” Slowly, a smirk creeps up his perfect face as he grabs my hands on his lapel and drops it by my side. His hands are strong, so masculine and I hate that. I hate that he’s so calm. I hate that he’s everywhere. I hate the way his voice is low and deep and fucking sexy. And I hate that I have to admit to that. I hate that he’s so good-looking, arrogant, annoying, and at the same time mysterious. I fucking hate him so much even though we barely know each other. How can one man rev me up this much?

And shit, I’m getting hard thinking about getting between her legs. As we pulled into the parking lot, something felt off. Adder must have felt it, too, as her posture had changed. She was like a coiled snake ready to strike. I swear if more protesters want to spew their hate at me for Leah’s Lost Souls, I’m not in the mood. I don’t know why people have such hate in their hearts for different people. But I’ve had enough of it. Especially when they spew their hate at my gorgeous wife and adorable daughter. I can imagine they’d shit bricks to learn I’m a meta-human too.

To break them down so badly. Yes. I still don't believe that he is genetically tampered to become a beast. Becoming a monster us a choice of one. No one can change the mind even if there was a way. It's psychological. We reach the entrance of the huge palace, the twenty foot wooden door with spikes greeting us. I sigh, looking at the people in front of me. They hate me so much. "What do you think of these people?" He asks wittily. Was I that obvious that everyone reads my mind right away? I sigh and that gives him half of the answer, "They hate me for who I am. A weak human."

His fingers gently traced over some of the scars on my shoulders and back as I shook. "I hate you!" I whispered out, my voice deadpan, and my tone broken. By this point I didn't care what he could do, I hated him so much. Since the new world began, we've only been taught one thing about wolves and mates, and that is a mate could never hurt you, but it's like this man has zero emotions at all. He's a literal psychopath. I thought hearing your supposed mate say those words was supposed to be heart breaking, but he just laughed at me, his palm suddenly lay flat over the bleeding gash I had on my back.

Only when I was under the shower, did I let my emotions out by screaming loudly. He was the most insufferable man I had ever known. He was every bit the devil, and I saw why he went by that title now. I hated him. I wasn't the kind to hate people despite the shit a lot of people had put me through, but I hated him. I hated his guts, I hated his arrogance, I hated how he knew he was so damn attractive and walked around like he owned the world. “I hate you Mr devil!” I screamed so loud the water from the shower trickled into my mouth and I began to cough.