Most Hated Novels & Stories

Hating him right now. -----------------

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!

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

That voice, the voice of the person I love the most. "She's the woman I hate the most of all people so why did she think I would like her? I don't like her. I'm so uncomfortable with what she's doing. When we're together? I hate it! So gross that I want to puke my stomach out!" Please stop ... Why is he saying this?

A look of victory showing on his perfect face causing her to grind her teeth with rage. "Your kind sicken me, you never play fair! You are shameless brutes that force yourselves upon normal people. Do you realize how much I detest your kind? I believe the ones like you should be wiped out. You are unworthy to even wear the skin of a human." Her eyes squinted together, pure spite swirling deep within her.

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

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

A hatred directed solely toward Elena Ashvale. ...

I hated him. I hated myself more.