Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

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.

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

*Warning - Contains triggering content* Blaze’s POV Cruel cold Egyptian blue eyes stared at me ruthlessly with no compassion. Marco Hunter – behold, the bastard of the century! This man ruined my childhood, robbed me of my teenage years. This man taught me the true meaning of the word ‘Hate’. I always remember my mother telling me that hate is a very strong emotion, one shouldn’t ever waste so much emotion on someone who isn’t worthy of it. So, I bottled it up. I bottled up all my rage only to unleash it on this poor excuse of a human.

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

This is the prime reason that I hate him more than ever. You know what , I hate Shivaay. He and his mother are the reason that my mother and I suffered a lot and now I make him suffer and his family after snatching you from them. Because Shivaay really loved you and when I "ll snatch you from him then It will be his biggest lose " said Nikhil What are you saying ? Are you gone nuts ? Annika asked him angrily.

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.