Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

~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.

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

All the more reason to hate him. I should have put it into my brain. Men like Santi's caliber would never settle with a single woman. My anger only overflowed at the thought. I can't believe I gave myself to an asshole. “Why are you asking? Is he your type?” He said in shock. I frowned at him. "Of course not!" "Well, it should be. Because you know Ivory, don't you? She does not accept defeat! And she really hates when something is taken away from her!”

"You see that woman happens to have but one son, I am the only child of my mother and we've been very close from day one. She loves checking up on me and that's all! I really think you should stop making these assumptions in your head because mother really likes you alot and I'm sure that she is transferring all the love she has for me to you . If you keep on behaving this way you would only end up being in an enimity with her and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. You know mother is a very soft and kind-hearted woman, but at the same time if she happens to hate you, you would really regret it. So I think whatever thing going through your head you should try and keep it calm , learn to love th

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I tell him through clenched teeth, cursing at myself for being this damn reactive to him. "I know, and I hate you so fucking much at this moment. I hate you and I will not care about the consequences of what I'm about to do to you. I hate you so fucking much that I will not hold myself back this time. I hate you so goddamn much and I'm going to ruin you for any man that isn't me. Not him. And not any goddamn other. " I have got to be sick in the head for those words to make my pussy clench against my fucking thong and my heart to beat wildly against my chest.

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

"I care about him. I respect him. I'm grateful for everything he's done for us. But no. I don't love him. Not the way he deserves." She's quiet for a moment. "Because of Damien." "I don't want it to be because of Damien. I want to be over him. I want to move on. I want—" My voice breaks. "I want to stop loving someone who hates me." "Does he? Hate you?" "He denied our children. Threatened to destroy me. Hasn't tried to contact me in five years. What would you call that?" "Fear. Hurt. Pride. But hate?" She shakes her head. "Hate burns out quickly. If he still feels anything after five years, even anger, that's not hate. That's unfinished business."

Her eyes burned, not with fear, not with pain, but with something far more dangerous. Hatred.