My Love My Hatred Full Novels & Stories

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

eyes full of hatred, Shanaya spoke the last words" I will never forgive him. I will hate him forever for doing it." ................................................................ Do not forget to vote, comment and share😊 Enjoy reading it😘 Love❤️️

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

Nate asked. "It's so hard to explain but the other day when we were held captives by the witches one of them insinuated that she and Tessa had a deal, you know how much I hate it when someone tries to use magic on me, I got this feeling that that was exactly what she did to get to me. I've been wondering why I could make such a hasty decision,’ Logan explained. "But why do you suddenly hate the witches, your first and last love are witches," Nate said.

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

I snarled, “I get that you have found her but can you leave me the fuck alone if you don't have the decency to feel sorry for me! For us, Dammit!” He stammered, “You c-can’t–” I yelled, “I don't care what you think, asshole. I can and I will do whatever I want. It's none of your goddamn business!” I hated him… I hated the fact that I couldn't hate him enough to vanquish the love I felt for him. “I hate you so much….” I let out a sob as I started throwing my things into a bag. “You don't e-even k-know me...” he stuttered, more concerned about the hatred I mentioned.