I Really Hate That Man Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

I yell immediately, glaring at him with obvious anger as my eyes scanned the area and it seemed that we were a bit too far from home. I honestly hated parks and I haven’t been to one in about twelve years. It reminded me of the good days with my parents back there in Mexico and it also reminds me of the very first day I snapped. The memory of that day flooded my mind very quickly and I squeezed the hem of my dress tightly as my knuckles turn white from the amount of pressure I used in squeezing it. data-p-id=5e846f8b94a2be7ad2ef5de53a70ae67,"Tamara also mentioned that you hated parks." Dean voices out slowly and I swear my eyes twitched with fury.

I’ve been reduced to a blood bank for a creature that shouldn’t even exist. And I hate him. I hate him more than the devil. And worst of all? I don’t think I’ll ever leave this place alive.

Like it was funny. It wound me up bad. And I hated it. Hated that the thought of ripping that man apart steadied my hands. Hated that I could become that kind of monster for her. “I want to know who the fuck he is.” I said. Rocky froze. His smirk died, like he knew I was already halfway to murder.

I sigh and rest my back back on the pillows resting at the start of my bed. I snickered. "Yeah, buy earth too. It'll add a touch to your prideful ass." I joked. My response was not necessary but how much can I stress the fact that I hate this guy? He makes every bone in my body crawl in the worse way. He makes me want to puke and drink it because I'd rather do something that disgusting than stay with him. Yet he's everywhere and to add to that, he's attractive! Why can't he be ugly so I know there's another thing to hate about him?!

I never trusted the man, but now I hate him! He was the biggest chauvinist you would ever meet in your entire life. The man didn’t even acknowledge me when they visited us the first time. He was also a purist. Which meant he hated my kind. Werewolves were an abomination in his mind. Since my mother and I were the only werewolves left, we weren’t seen as such a huge threat, but he did look at us with pure disgust.

"Well, if you don't want me in your house a few minutes from now, meet me at the park close to your house in... ten minutes." The line went dead. I muttered oaths, calling Elliot all sorts of names until I felt a little relieved. The man was arrogant, conceited, annoying and I hated him. The moment I thought that, I knew it wasn't true. No matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to hate him. ************************************************************************************************************************

Piper I looked at my father with no particular emotion showing on my face because hatred makes you react. It makes you feel something. The burning rage I felt toward Eve was different. But what I felt for this man standing in front of me wasn’t hatred. It was something colder, with straight-up murderous intent. If I ever got the chance, I would take his life with my own two hands without a single moment of hesitation. I wanted him gone. I wanted him to suffer the way my mother had suffered. He didn’t deserve to live a fulfilled life after everything he had done.

“Everyone knows that he hates the company. While the first son actually shows interest, the second has been a photographer all his life. The direct opposite of what we do here.” “I don’t get it,” I whispered, more to myself. “No one does. And there is also the fact that he… he is a bloody player. I think he has successfully slept with half the women in the city.” “He has to look like a god.” “He does.” For some reason, I remembered the man from the bus station. Dark hair, dark eyes. He looked like a god, too. I guessed there were many gods roaming around New York. I ended up with one of them. Look where that got me.

I heard him hiss,"don't tell me you still have what happen in the company right stored in your head. Come on, I'm not a bad person, you have known me for more than five years now, and you know pretty well what I can or cannot do." "I thought I did, but I was wrong. I never know you, I only know the disfigured facade which I thought was your real self. I only found out what sort of person you are. You kind...." "Mummy, Dr David, are you too okay?" "Yes sweetie." "Yes kids." We answered at the same time making me to glare at him while he smirked In return. I hate him. I never thought I will ever hate a man , but yeah, I hate him and surprisely I don't feel bad hating on him. He deserves even m

I said. “You haven’t. Really, I am happy you are here now and want to give you a great time today,” he said. And he did. He took me to an amusement park, and we had a lot of fun, until something made me uncomfortable. I had noticed a man seemed to be following us. I was good with faces and had seen his face a few times as we had fun at the park. “Are you okay?” Frank asked, noticing my frown as we waited for our lunch.