Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

“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. ~•~

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level. I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

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.

I made sure to lock the door, then leaned against it and focused on catching my breath. I was having a sort of panic attack. Why was there so much pressure in my chest? Why was my stomach burning? I was sweating all over, too. Then, there was the matter of my arousal. How could someone hate a man but want him so desperately? Was this the thin line everyone talked about? Between hate and lust? Was it so much hatred I felt for him that I shifted to the lust side a little bit? Was this similar to feeling horny at the sight of a medieval torture device? Being so repulsed that it led to arousal?

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

I reply. "If I hadn't bought it someone else would've done it. If you were against this you could've utter a word yesterday at the meeting. The shares were in your name you could've said no. You didn't have sign those papers nobody forced you. So now accept this instead of acting like a puttana (bitch)." He replies. "What do you know? What the fuck do you know? Mr smart ass if I had a choice I wouldn't hesitate to tear those papers into pieces or say no to the whole deal. So believe me hating you it's the only option left stronzo (asshole)."

She didn’t even know that if she didn’t behave there would be a punishment, she was just way too kind and innocent and naturally submissive. It would make him so mad that he didn’t have an excuse to punish her, that mine would be ten times as bad whenever she was around. Somewhere along the line, my constant bullying of her became sort of a habit and his extra punishments started to actually make me hate her. I hate her for being so good. So, jokes on him, because he actually made me hate the one person he could have used to get to me.