The Hate Factory Book Novels & Stories

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

"I believe whatever they say. Because everyone has a reason for what they say or do. Some had reasons for hating his parents. Whole time. Whole issue around the world will be some reason to the creator. Certain moment says it all. That moment which they can't hide anything from you or me. Or the entire world." Beta Ravi snickered. "You're not helping at this moment at all. You kept me in a total darkness." He said. Alpha Dante grinned. "You said love didn't mean sin. You living is somehow bad thing for your enemy to notice at any single moment they had kept looking up and seeing your face. Seeing how much you look. Staring how much they wanted you dead. And that is where the word ugly come i

maddeningly sweet and filthy. Between each thrust, Raphael chanted the words Xavier hated most. "I hate you.....I hate you, your ruined me, you ruined us." Raphael cried again and again, nails raking over Xavier’s shoulders, leaving red trails like desperate pryrs. "Then hate me on my cock," Xavier grunted, thrusting deeper, faster, mind unraveling. The room filled with sweat, musk, and the sound of skin slapping. Wet. Primal. Obscene. Xavier devoured him.

Hate. “Wait!”

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.

Thank you all for every single reader who followed from the beginning up to this moment. SIN has officially ended and I still find it a bit difficult to believe it myself. We have come so far and I hope you all had a fantastic time on the journey. Now about future projects. My new book 'HATRED WITH BENEFITS' will debut on the app from the 14th of March to the 15th of March, depending on your location. Please do watch out for it. I do not want to give any spoilers so I won't be dropping the blurb. I want you to feel the entire thing when it comes out. 14th-15th!!!! Set a reminder for that... Lolll.

“They’re artifacts. Smile and look decorative. It’s what they expect.” The dismissal stung. “I’m not just decoration.” “Tonight, you are.” His tone brooked no argument. “Every word you say is a data point they will use. Stick to the script.” The script was silence and smiles. She sipped champagne she didn’t taste and felt the weight of a hundred gazes. She saw women her mother’s age glance at her with pity or contempt. She saw men Julian’s age look at her with naked appraisal, then share knowing smirks with their companions. The story was already written: Julian Thorne, the ruthless financial titan, has acquired a beautiful, if rustic, trophy. How long will it last?

His jaw was clenched so hard it ached. He didn’t want to feel this way. Didn’t want her to make him feel this way. But the echo of her voice — her fire, her defiance — still lingered in his mind like a melody he couldn’t shake. “I’ll never let you treat me like I’m disposable,” she had said back there. Not with fear. Not with anger. But with hurt. That had undone him more than anything. He pulled the car to a slow stop outside her apartment — the one he insisted she stay in for safety — and killed the engine.

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

'' ''I demonstrate the horror and shadows of the dark. ''I am a witch that doesn't believe in karma and I won't start now, old man.'' Marline fired back at Hundzai with all firmness. ''Just wait and see Marline. '' ''Good guys go to heaven but the bad guys go everywhere. They have fun.'' Marline said as she moved towards Hundzai with a sinister smile. ''I will send you to the place of nothingness where you belong.'' With that she plunged her claws into his eyes and strangled Hundzai's neck till it broke.