Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

He too stared at the wallet. I immediately closed the violet and put it in my purse and quietly looked outside the door. "You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body.

May be she thinks they are dead. My family is my biggest nightmare. Which person can think about such things. But I do. Because of my experiences in my past. It made me a wall of hatred. A person who can't persuade anything rather than avenging, revenge and hatred. But right now I want to feel something euphoric with her, other than these. Can't comprehend what?. 𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨.

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

“Don Santoro. That’s his name. Well, at least that’s what they say. Since then, opponents started to dread him. They tried to bite back, but besides being fast, he was focused. Nobody caused that kind of damage. It seemed like he had so much, so much hate inside his chest that it turned into brutal strength. Over time, he became an attraction. A spectacle. Everyone in this fucking underground world wanted to see him fight and chew up his opponents. The chains and the muzzle… people love the idea of a brutal man, a caged beast, about to be unleashed and cause carnage.” As Marlon talks, I can’t take my eyes off the ring. Don. It’s as if the aura around him is pure hatred. Like he really is a t

Sid Pov's . I came to the door to go to the club. That's when I saw Ahana hugging Zoya. My steps stopped over there. The way she is looking at me provokes me to kiss her in front of everyone. Only I know how I controlled myself. She still affects me as much as she did in that function, but before I thought I had a crush on her and now I hate her. In fact, at that time my smile was due to hatred. I just hate her. She is a terrorist. .

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance. "Yup!" They both said while giving me flat tone. "What's got into you bro's!" I said to them but still they all look at me seriously. "Woah seriously? Gezz fine I'll answer your questions ok!" I said as they still like to pushed that topic so I surrender. " Of course we all wanted to have someone to love and cherish ok? But not for now!" I said while giving them cheeky smile. "Idiot!" Blake mumbled.

“I hate him. I hate both of you.” Thomas’s jaw tensed. His amusement flickered into something else—something darker. A slow, dangerous silence stretched between us. Then, suddenly, he laughed. Low, quiet, but dripping with something sharp. “You say that now,” he mused, tilting his head. “But hate is just another kind of passion, sweetheart.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “And I know you. I know what’s under all that fire, all that rage.” I stiffened as he lifted a hand, pressing it flat against my chest—right over my racing heart.

Every single fucking thing. I hate Ryker Lance with a passion so fierce it feels like a fire in my veins. It's a hatred so powerful it makes me want to rip his mouth open, to tear him apart with my bare hands. And yet, in the same breath, I surrender to the sinful, undeniable pleasure he gives me. That push and pull—that furious dance between pure rage and complete, humiliating surrender—is more infuriating than anything else I’ve ever experienced. I despise the way he can get under my skin and into my head, the way he can turn my world upside down and make me forget my fury in an instant. It's a weakness I can't stand, a betrayal of my own will, and that's the part I hate the most. ~•~