The Hate Factory Book Novels & Stories

"That does not justify why would you debase something as pure as love?" "Well then," he taps his fingers on the table, "Let me tell you Mr. Miller. All employees working under LOVESICK are forbidden from falling in love or developing any kind of romantic reality with anyone. As long as it is confined within platonic gestures, Ethan Smith will not interfere. But the moment it takes the shape of something hideous like love, you will see that there could be no one worse than myself, Ethan Smith, the CEO of LOVESICK."

Nicole. Men. They were the worst kind of animals and my husband happened to be a monster. The kind that’s supposed to be caged with a warning written in bold letters. Do you think it is strange that I was only filled with disgust right now? The hurt I felt long forgotten as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I felt like a thousand spiders were crawling around my body, their fangs kissing me. “Marcus” Even rolling his name around my mouth tasted like a bile of vomit. “Have some respect for God at least if you have no human decency.”

mr saad said and I nodded my head X. I stood up and then slowly begin the song by karmin "love to hate you..." I'm just a prisoner of your love You got me lip locked fire the gun Oh oh ohh If I escaped too I would be lost So don't bail me out babe I'll pay the cost Ohohohh Sometimes I just hate to love you My eyes strayed accusingly to Xavier who was looking down and staring at some thing in particular... ______________

"How can someone do this to their own child? All you people care about are curses and harming your children, so why let them live? An evil county like this deserves to burn." "As he said this, Nathaniel suddenly moved and his cold eyes were scarlet once again. He looked as if he had claws of his own, threatening to tear anything in front of him to pieces." "His endless hatred was like a tornado, showing no mercy to anyone that came in the way." Bettany felt as if her heart was about to stop beating. "She knew about Nathaniel's hatred for Nanny Zhang and poison, but this was still the fate of the Zhang family."

Looking at me was like seeing her younger self. The north was the only place that ever made her feel happy. If one day I walked the same path and was forced into a political marriage, she hoped this key would provide the escape I needed. My tears blurred the letters. My dad had always told everyone that on the night Hannah committed suicide, she had laced my chocolate cake with sleeping pills to kill us both. If I had taken one more bite, I would have died too. Ironuton condemned her as a lunatic who tried to murder her own child. But I knew the truth: she had stopped herself at the last moment, choosing to face the darkness alone while pressing hope into my tiny palm.

Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.

As we three enter the cafeteria I noticed it's already full so we decided to take the table at the side which more secluded and far from attention. As we began to eat we noticed all girls snapped their heads on the entrance door. I saw few boys walked in like they are kind of celebrity. They all got of I may say, good looks and we'll buid bodies. I noticed how Laura blushed while glancing at them . "Do you know them?" Lila asked her. Maybe she noticed her too. "Oh that's the school football team. They are all popular but that guy whose stand out the most. That's Damien he's the most popular guy in school and came from rich family too!" She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy.

Michelle My mother and my sister often make me really mad, and Brian is no different. They accused me of getting fired without even giving me a chance to share my side of the story, which, honestly, I should be used to by now. My mother has never taken my side on anything; I was always the problem simply because I look like my father. I barely remember him, since he left us a long time ago when I was just four years old. His leaving has left a deep mark on my life. My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him.

he murmurs, his voice low and cutting, “but don’t lie to yourself. Hate’s just fear dressed up with a little fire.” My fists clench above my head, but I don’t dare move. His palm feels like fire against my skin, his presence suffocating, a storm I can’t outrun. “Do you know what hate does to me?” he continues, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. “It fucking fuels me. Makes me sharper, crueler and gets my cock hard as fuck. Hate is a slippery slope. One minute, you hate me. The next? You’re fucking obsessed.”

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.