Novel & Cerita Kebencian Yang Mendalam

“Why do you hate Callan so much?” Lucien scoffed. “Hate is a strong word. I prefer deeply despise.” Hazel narrowed her eyes. “That’s the same thing, genius.” Lucien smirked. “Not exactly. Hate is wild and uncontrollable. Despise is… carefully nurtured, like a fine wine.” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Oh great, not only are you psychotic, you’re poetic too. Fantastic.” Lucien chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You’ll appreciate my depth soon enough.”

I jumped hearing his sudden outburst, I had somehow tapped into his mind, again, unfortunately. "Well if you may know my dear Isabella. I unfortunately have had bitter-runs in with choosing my mates to claim, a very unpleasant tale to tell with you being the most recent. I'm sure you understand the distinction between a mate and a claimed human." My cheeks flushed hearing that he had wanted to mate with me but I quickly cleared my throat before continuing. "A mate is perceived as a companion, not a pet." I gave away what I had.

The man glared at me with hatred, while the woman absentmindedly adjusted her bangs. In my mind, I sneered. How could it take five years for anyone to realize that Lucas was a fool? When my mother-in-law was brought in, she spotted me with pure resentment in her eyes. However, when the witnesses began testifying, her anger was overshadowed by fear. I believe she must regret not killing one more person. It's what they call, "to root out completely." Motives, witnesses, and evidence were all crystal clear. Everything had already been set in stone.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

The abandoned warehouse where the party was taking place was nothing special. Really, it was just a hiding place to get away from our parents. They didn’t care if we drank at home or not it was just their views that hurt us. I sit against the cold grey wall sipping a beer. This was my time to relax from expectations. I didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. The vamps and the werewolves were still very much separated but tolerant of each other. The vampires just had to have everything they wanted. I still hated them for what they did to my pack. I hate them for their prejudices and their know-it-allness, but I didn’t hate them for everything. As proven by the vampire queen, not her dick hus

Ashley says to me meaning my sister and this freaking dork. "Whatever." I say annoyed. "What's wrong? I noticed your attitude when it's about him." She says softly but serious. I look in her dark blue eyes and can't but tell the truth. How I feel. "I'm afraid. Afraid that your family won't like me and I don't manage to be the one they want for you. I'm not as perfect as Kerem is for your family." I admit. She changes her look from curious to sad. "Why do you mind?" She asks.

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, easy. it didn't go well. Alex thinks so lowly of me and thinks my family are dirt that he can't associate with." "He said that?" "not with his mouth at first, until he finally says poor people are lowminded." "shit! guess mom is never going to accept him then." "can't blame her, not when he looked at Ivy with so much disgust." "that bad? what do you intend to do now?" "Nothing." "what do you mean by nothing?" "I told him that I'm done already.

“They all will.” Maeve lay stretched on the coral throne, her thighs parted, body humming from the weight of the growing life within. “Let them.” He turned, eyes blazing. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just a child. It’s a claim. You’ve lit a beacon in the water. Every jealous deep-thing and dying bloodline will want to tear you open to eat what we’ve made.” Maeve sat up. “Then fuck it deeper into me.” He stilled.

But beneath it, I felt his rage simmer, heavy and volatile. “Gone.”