Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

It was just attached to a chain. “What’s he like?” The question left her lips before she could stop it. Chloe, from the stairs, leaned forward. Leo sat back. He considered his words carefully. “Julian is… severe. He is disciplined. He sees the world in terms of assets and liabilities, risks and rewards. He is not warm. People call him cold, and he prefers it that way. It keeps things simple.” “He sounds awful,” Chloe whispered. “He’s not cruel for sport,” Leo said, looking at Chloe. “He’s just… removed. He grew up without much warmth. He decided he didn’t need it. Needing people is a risk. This proposal is him trying to solve a problem without taking that risk.”

He could very easily douse me in hot coffee or even murder me. He closer to me and cupped my face. I immediately shut my eyes and waited for his fury to descend on me. But it didn’t. “I hate it when you question me but it still fucking turns me on,” he spoke through his teeth. “Look at me damnit!” My eyelids immediately flickered open an the look in his eye brought the memories last night racing back. A different kind of hatred bubbled in my chest. Hatred for myself for wanting him, for craving this entitled ass.

Her eyes, wide but unblinking, held a strange mix of fear and calculation, like she was looking at a venomous snake calculating if it was about to strike. Her gaze trembled at the edges, but never left him—sharp, cautious, trying not to provoke, yet silently asking: What have you become? And beneath it all, a flicker of something colder—like her soul was beginning to retreat, slowly building a wall behind her stare, like she was looking at something dangerous. He saw it. And it infuriated him. “I hate it!!!. I hate it when you look at me like that!!.” He rammed his fists on the table and yelled. Bianca shook, but tried to remain calm.

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

Hir thought echoed all around hir, but specifically around the dark, nebulous cloud in front of hir. It responded with a thought, a feeling, an idea. Of fire, of cleansing, of satisfaction. Ze took it that it was agreeing. And also that Godeater understood hir. “I do too,” ze replied. “I always have. Until lately anyway. Plus I hate everyone. Sometimes. And except for a few key people. I definitely don’t hate them. But everyone else? I want to kill them. I want to make them burn, horribly, painfully, eternally…

He felt like he lost a treasure and his heart ached. 'This woman use to long for my touch in the past but at the moment, my touch disgust her," Drake Bell thought to himself as he continued smoking. Lily had already taken a few steps back from him, "Drake Bell, no matter what you do, you will never have a space in my heart again. I hate you with passion." Drake Bell dropped his cigarette to the floor and smashed it. That word, 'I hate you with passion,' made him feel like hot coals were poured to his heart, making his heart burn continuously.

What would happen if they shared anything intimate? No! He could not be intimate with them. He didn't want them as mates. Yet, hard as he tried, he could not get them off his mind. They were like a leech, sucking away his attention. He wanted to see them, talk to them, watch them smile, watch them laugh. He wanted to flirt with them and watch their cheeks redden up as they blush. Yet, he wanted to hate them, wanted to punish them for the sins of their father, wanted to see them suffer, wanted to whip them till they bleed and weep. He wanted to enslave them, make them beg him to end their suffering.

I am currently lying down on my bed, wearing my sexy lingerie while waiting for him. Today is our anniversary, so I rolled around my bed because I am so excited about tonight’s celebration. And then after a few moments, I could hear someone pressing the passcode on the door’s lock. I stopped rolling on the bed and got off of it. I checked out myself in front of the mirror. “I am so beautiful and sexy! Hahaha, of course, this is Maddie Oh! The most popular celebrity in the world!” I spoke to myself. I am so proud of my achievement! I stopped grinning and remembered that werewolf. That werewolf who killed my loved ones! I chose to become an actress so that I can find him and seek justice. I wi

Even though he had passed the test, XD vowed to keep an eye on Flynn so that he can be ready for anything. Flynn looked at the heartless guy laughing at his demise. He felt sorrowful as someone else was laughing at his demise and problems. Tears stung at his eyes but as a man, he refused to let them drop. He turned to the side and decided to ignore the big bimbo. Xander sighed as he saw firsthand XD’s cold nature. Sometimes, he wondered if the guy was even human. His reactions were very detached and unfeeling. “Oh…he is quite serious.” XD said to Xander who rolled his eyes. Sometimes his best friend could be a pain in the ass.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but despite your obvious hatred of our kind, I don't regret what I've done." "Of course you don't. How can an animal understand what it's like to be human?" She sneered the reply, and Stu backed off her prone body, less some of her craziness infect him. Patricia cocked her head and eyed the insane killer quizzically. "Why do you hate us? It's obvious you have some knowledge of what we are. But what could we have possibly done to make you hate us so much? Why the vendetta?"