Most Hated Novels & Stories

“I have been in this hospital for more than 20 years, and I have seen foolish people like you go around flaunting their holier than thou attitude.” I quieted and she continued. “Nobody likes that, and do you know what happens to people that is hated by every other person? They get chew up and spat out like waste.” Yup, she was scarier than Theron, but I still don’t understand where the hate is coming from.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Hate is a strong word. And I reserve the use of it for very select individuals. For example, I HATE Brant Jones. I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns. Well, a new name has been added to my hate list. Ryōta Shiraishi has taken the second slot on my list. And he is uncomfortably close to tying Brant as the worst person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. I’d have laid that old man out if I hadn’t wanted to get in trouble at the hospital. He’d get a room of his own.

Please god! At this time, there is only one person I hate for my whole lifetime. It’s not my uncle who had tried to molish me some years ago, it’s not my aunt who has always given me the tortures and pain all over my heart and body, it’s not Jane as well. I have thought these people were the only people who gave pain to me but no! It’s not only them. It doesn’t mean that I don’t hate them but the first place of hatred is just replaced and the place is just taken by this fucking hell guy, Xavier.

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

“THEY HATE ME AND KILLED MY OLD MUM BECAUSE SHE LIKES ME WHY DOES DADDY HATE EVERYONE? I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE DALE.”

He felt his hatred well. If there was anything he hated worse than a human, it was mobs of them, rushing to and fro in every direction as if their lives mattered even a bit, as if their mere 100 years on this earth held any consequence at all. Kyle had outlived and outlasted them all, generation after generation, for thousands of years. Even the more significant humans, like Caesar and Stalin and—his favorite, Hitler—had been practically forgotten within a few hundred years of their lifetime. They were something at the time, but nothing shortly afterwards. Their frenetic movements, their feelings of self-importance, rattled him to the core. He felt like killing every single one of them. And

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

Above all else, I hated being ignored. ###

I faced the sea and voiced the question I wanted to ask. "What character trait do you hate the most?" I asked, waiting for his response. He took a moment to think, and I patiently waited for his answer. "I hate liars the most." "Why?" I inquired, trying to meet his gaze to see how he would respond. "Because liars make me expect things beyond my thoughts. It's like they embellish the situation, but at the same time, they worsen it. They're a prime example of expectations versus reality. It's frustrating because they sometimes make us happy just to cover up the truth," he said, giving me a subtle smile.