Novel & Cerita My Love My Hatred By Jasmine

“Go. Do what you have to do.” There was something in her voice, something tight and bitter. I hated it. “Jas—” “No, seriously.” She forced a smile. “Go. But don’t come crying to me when he hurts you again.” I swallowed hard. That hurt. Jasmine sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “God, I hate you. Why am I even mad? You’re gonna do what you want anyway.” A small smirk tugged at my lips. “Because you care.”

Jasmine said, acting like a saint. How Aminu hated Jasmine. He didn’t know that one could hate someone this much. But with Jasmine the hatred intensified every passing minute and second. She tried to convince him that Zara ran away but on her phone, there was no indication of that ever happening. There was no weird contact on her phone or weird messages. So she was just a manipulative little bitch. “Jasmine, I swore in my life never to hit a woman but you are seriously testing my patience. You better get out before I lose my temper. And what is this you’re even wearing?” Aminu irritatedly said.

"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.

I was shocked at the revelation how could i have been so stupid i had walked right into a trap. " now now don't beat your self up dear Isabella I'm impressed and I'm not easily impressed I've been watching you for a while now and i'v seen what you can do your the kind of person i can work with a someone who goes for what they want, your brave ill give you that manipulating poor Adrian to get into the auction so you could steal my diamond is the kind of thinking that makes you a useful asset or a potentially dangerous opponent an opponent i could dispose of right now". He says eyes going red as he looked at me. As i looked into his eyes i know the feeling that his enemies felt when they saw t

A cruel twist of fate. “You ask me that, Jasmine?” she whispered, her voice trembling, but her eyes snapped to mine, the intensity in them taking me aback. “I fucking hate you. You always take everything for yourself. You’re selfish, and I don’t think I could ever forgive you.” The bitterness in her voice was like burning acid, corroding my soul. “Don’t you dare speak to Jasmine like that,” Mav growled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles working.

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

It suits her skin tone so well. I found myself looking at her at random and it pissed me the hell out. I shouldn’t be drawn to her, but I couldn’t just take my eyes off of her. And for every time she smiled at someone else, I felt like breaking the person's face and for every time she had a handshake with someone I could lose my mind. She is mine and mine alone, no one should touch her. Her skin is delicate as a flower. It made my heart drop the other day when I hit her to the wall and I saw she was hurting.

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

she said, now pouting, taking vigorous measures to clean her lips. “Amy darling” I chuckled as I watched her “It’s Amelia!” She snapped, her face getting red “Why won’t it come off!” She yelled, trying to clean off the lipstick I got for her, it made me smile, she despised me, I could tell yet, I wanted that. “We need to freshen up” I said finally, unbuttoning the sleeves on my shirt. “Huh? What do you mean we? You’ll leave the room and once I’m done, you can do whatever” she answered, her soft voice had suddenly become deeper, as though she it was a threat, I turned to look at her, her fingers pointing to the door.