Most Hated นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~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?

Ivan's hand quaked under the butt of the gun. His eyes reddened, simmering in a heat of hatred. He didn’t know what he hated more—his stupid uncle or the way every single person looked up to him in admiration. He hated it to the fucking core, the same admiration his uncle had gotten when he publicly disowned him and his brothers. He lowered his gaze, and the sight of her pissed him off even more. It wasn’t bad enough that she was the main reason his father tortured him day and night, but she just had to fuck the one person he hated most.

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

I didn't answer, I just kept staring at my blank screen. “Liv” I slowly looked up. “Maya” “Yeah” “Do you know who Nate hates the most in this world?”. A small frown appeared on her face. “What kind of question is that?”. “Just answer the question”. She hesitated for a while as if checking if have gone crazy. “Everyone knows the person Nate hates the most is his older brother she pauses. Damian Kingsley”. “Liv, what are you thinking”. Maya asked. I picked up my handbag and stood, a strange calm settled over me.

and it was. These wicked animals hadn't an ounce of humanity for any life....even for their own. These beasts were as cold & emotionless as they come. The most wicked of all animals in all of creation that should be completely eradicated from the face of this earth, or at least that's how Ulayah felt about these abominations. They were incapable of love. Possessiveness was the closest they'd ever come to that emotion and would kill anyone that threatened the object of their desire.

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

Laughter bounced around the room. I sat down on the bench lacing up my Jordans. Woody looked over. “You know Coach definitely has a favorite.” I didn’t even look up. “He hates all of us equally, Woody.” “Nah.” Parker pointed at me. “You are the Golden boy.” “Did you hear him?” Woody mimicked Coach’s voice. “Watch Tatum. Watch Tatum” The room erupted with laughter. I shook my head. “You lot are idiots.” Enzo walked in late, still carrying his helmet. “There he is.”

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.