Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

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.

"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)."

Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

If what she was saying has an ounce of truth in it then the real killer and schemer is still out there and plotting more evil against them. “What the heck do you mean by you didn’t fucking kill him? Then who the fuck did huh?! Who kill him? The scene of the crime was gruesome, so fucking gruesome! It had to be ruled as a crime of passion meaning in popular usage, it refers to a violent crime, especially homicide, in which the perpetrator commits the act against someone because of sudden strong impulse such as anger in relation to love. Who else has such a strong sense of anger and hatred towards him than you? If you are saying you didn’t fucking kill him, then who the fuck did?!”, he questio

“Why?” “Because he hates women.” Alex looked seriously at Athena. “He was called the heartbreaker of women, every single woman. Whether young or old, married or single, all will be swept away in hia charm and then destroyed. He holds deep hatred for his biological mother who left him, then takes it out on all women. Don't ever approach him or you will become his victim.” Athena sighed, shivering a little at Alex's explanation. If it was true that Alex's description of Gamma, she would have avoided it. But somehow there was a strange feeling when she saw Gamma earlier, a strange feeling that was familiar, as if she had known Gamma before.

She loves them both just as much. Their first marriage might have been a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP, but now, it's more of the LOVE and nothing of the HATE. It is a LOVE IN RELATIONSHIP. *** A young man was sitting on a chair in a dark office with no lights on except the tiny red light flicking on his cigarette tip, he kneaded his temple as he threw his head back in tiredness, if the lights were on, one could see the tiredness, frustration and anger clearly visible on his face.

And I mean passionately HATE. Who knew that hate feels disturbingly the same as love … your stomach flips and twists; your heart rate increases way over the limit of normal; you get drunk and high on adrenaline; obsessive thoughts and behaviors cloud your mind; and you feel out of control. “You still have his jacket in your cupboard?” Kiara flings something against my head. “Don’t you ever learn?”