Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

“She’s despicable, shameless, duplicitous, and a clown who only knows how to be a cheap copy of someone else. Yet, you mistook her for Lily? I guess that’s all there is to your love for her, then.” Her voice was frosty. “Or are you saying that Lily’s a despicable, shameless person with ulterior motives, just like her sister? Is that why you mistook her for Lily?” In reply, Joshua charged at her and gave her a slap. Rain’s face was whipped to the side, and she could taste blood in her mouth. Meanwhile, the panic in Joshua’s eyes had completely disappeared and was replaced with blatant hate. His voice was as cold as ice. “Don’t talk about Lily like that!”

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

"Sssshh...Ohh Khloe, don't cry. Let the fire skin us alive. I promised you that I'll do worst, right? But my love for you is too much that I'm willing to share you with your dirty slut in hell. Or you could share her with me. I won't mind if we both fúck her all over anyway if that's what you want." With so much hatred, I spat on his face, causing his jaw to clench in anger. "Fùck you!!! I'll make sure to kill you in hell over and over again!" I exclaimed, my blood is raging in so much hate just like the hell itself entrapping us at this moment.

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I breathed, the words out like ash on my tongue. Adrian’s smirk was slow and predatory. What was I expecting. Did I think I could hurt a monster with just those words? He leaned down, with his lips brushing against my ear, and sending that traitorous shiver down my spine only he knew how to do. "Good. Because hate is a passionate emotion, Lana. And It’s almost as consuming as love. And as long as you’re consumed by me, I don't care what name you give it." He let go of my hair and stepped back, checking his watch.

He smiled wider as if what I said was the best thing ever. “Hate requires passion, that makes it close enough to love. I will take either. I don’t even need your love, I don’t do love, I can never love you.” “Don’t worry, I won’t take what is mine tonight.” He added, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Let’s save that till we get to Italy, then I could think of many ways I get to be inside your pussy, whether you like it or not, your pussy wants me.”

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

I was not angry but a feeling that I could easily refer to as hatred filled me up just before I could feel nothing anymore. That was the trigger, the hate. Like anybody would in an instance of pain, say a very hot object lands on one's skin, hate consumes one's entire thought process, leaving room for no other thought or emotion. I became immediately unable to think of anything but Riana Park and not in a good way.