Most Hated Novels & Stories

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I have been feeling like shit all week long. Everyone hates me. I mean everyone. Every single person, including those I have never met before in my entire existence, and especially women. They hate me. I don't care much about what everyone thinks or what everyone feels. I only care about one person right now. Ronan. And he hates me. Ronan hates me.

Though it was much despised by nearly everyone in the north, none of their hatred came close to Afrah's. Abba always told her that 'hate' is such a strong word, and should never be used except for the most extreme situations. Which is why she chose to use that same word to describe the weather. She didn't just hate it; she despised it, loathing every second of the season until it passed.

Hatred dripped from his voice. I straightened up. "You really seem to hate them..." "I despise them, Sofia." His eyes met mine. "I despise criminals, especially those gangs and mafias." Blood ran cold in my veins, my heart palpitated. "W-why?" "Isn't it obvious? Don't you know what they're capable of? What they do for a living? They kill people, Sofia." His grip tightened on me. "They don't have any humanity, they can do anything for money and power. They do heinous things just for their motive. They're a nuisance for the society!"

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

I even started to believe I was some type of mini-celebrity cause those comments were way too hateful to be directed at just a regular person. To be very honest, I had no idea I had so many haters. Yes, I knew a lot of people in this school didn't like me very much but the hate comments just proved to me that I was most probably the most hated person in Clinton high. I saw so many comments, with a lot of girls calling me a bitch, loser, whore and so on. Some even had the guts to compare me to Alyson Grande, my arch-nemesis.

Do you know what I hate the most? Fake people. With their fake boobs. With their fake skin. With their fake hair. With their fake teeth. Especially their fake personality. Why can't they just be themselves? Oh right, it's because they're fake. B mean word that means female dog. From the craziest hater, CrazyHater. I shut the laptop close after publishing it. Putting it away, I lay down on my bed. "CHLOE!" Oh, come on! Let.me.rest!