Most Hated Novels & Stories

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

She even had a better car than me, I hate her, I hate her so damn much. And now... I find she's also the writer of my favorite books! Fuck this! Fuck everyone, I hate my damn life. "Why did it have to be you? Out of the millions of people in this whole fucking world, why did it have to be you? You know how much I despise you? It wasn't enough for you to come back to town and steal Logan, and my friends, my lifestyle, now you have to steal my joy for reading? I hate you, Sophie Patterson. I fucking hate you!" I yelled my lungs out, unaware cameras were rolling, filming, and snapping pictures of me and Sophie.

she answered, her voice devoid of any emotion except for cold hatred and determination. “All the people I hate: my selfish mom who didn’t want to face criticism and turned on me to appear perfect to others, my stupid father who raped her and abandoned his responsibilities. My asshole stepdad who enjoyed punishing me for fun and to get some validation over my father who he killed off and still felt inferior to, my step sister who turned a blind eye.

"What could have made it fall like that? I really hope I can get it fixed." Shaking my head, I put my hand on my forehead and stumble into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush as if it were a weapon. My head is still pounding loudly; I can almost hear its drum solo. There are three things I hate most in this world. Okay. "Hate" is too strong a word. Let’s say “something I struggle to tolerate.” Number one: waking up with a hangover. Number two: losing my favorite things. And number three... oh God, my brother Jeremy Clemson.

If there was one thing I hated more than liars, cheaters, spiders, judgemental people, corrupts, and... well, you know what? I think I hate a lot of things happening in this world. That's really sad. Maybe I'm a certified hater. But then again I think anyone hates the above mentioned things, well... maybe not if you are one of the above mentioned things. Except that the third of the above mentioned things is not possible because I'm fairly certain that you're not a spider as last I'd heard, spiders couldn't read.

Fredrich Kristen was an irrational and evil man. 'I hate you, Fredrich Kristen. I despise your entire bloodline. I wish you nothing but death and despair. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you' “You are not permitted to enter the forest. Go away now”

Mark sneered the word, and then laughed; "They say it's a deadly sin. No my friends denial is a sin, and those who deny greatness are the true sinners. To keep this short and use a modern term these people are haters. They hate us because they know were better and they are jealous. I am not supposed to take pride in my appearance because they don't look like me. I should hold back at work so my inferior co-workers look less inferior." Mark sighed for dramatic effect and shook his head before continuing;