The Hate Factory Book Novels & Stories

Sara was saddened when she stepped away, looking at Austin all the while. However, Austin’s face stayed calm as his eyes focused on the leader of the bikers. The atmosphere was full of tension and being around them felt like the air was getting heavy with hope. The biker’s leader looked at Sara’s face, taking his time to examine her features. He looked at her with a voice full of hate and said, "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. If it isn't the little girl who likes to run away."

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

“You’ll fight me until you can’t. And when you finally break, when you surrender—I’ll be there to show you what all of my whores like. You’ll be begging me not to stop. You’ll beg for my dick like a good little bitch. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll give you a taste.” The screens flared to life with a video of another example of my abhorrent behavior. And there I was on the feed. The version of me I had been when hubris and hurt had been a better drug than reason. When I held tight to a revenge plan that never should’ve fucking existed in the first damn place. She was in the library, where I could always find her when she had down time. It was her safe haven, so to speak, and I couldn’t even give th

He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.

"Yеѕ Sіr, but іn my heart, I knоw what I ѕау іѕ truе. You are a ѕtrаngе mаn, but a good mаn Sir. I dо not bеlіеvе that you wоuld waste уоur tіmе wіth hatred аѕ I hаvе. Juѕt look whеrе іt got me. "Are you familiar wіth Sylvia Tоwnѕеnd Wаrnеr, Sіr?" Nоt аt аll Puppy." . In hеr dіаrу ѕhе wrоtе in раrt. "One саnnоt оvеrеѕtіmаtе the роwеr of a gооd rаnсоrоuѕ hаtrеd оn thе part of the ѕtuріd." "Thе ѕtuріd hаvе so muсh mоrе іnduѕtrу аnd еnеrgу tо еxреnd оn hating."

Never Again 🌷 “Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?” ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

"That absolute, bottom-feeding, necrotic piece of—" "I’m done," Lily interrupted, her anger finally overriding the hurt. "I shouldn't be this angry. I’m supposed to be 'evolved,' right? But this? This is unforgivable. He’s not just a cheater, Sophia. He’s a sadist. He wants to own the narrative of my pain." "He doesn't own anything but a bad tattoo and a dwindling bank account," Sophia said firmly. "Go home. Lock the door. I’m researching gyms with better security and fewer sociopaths right now."

| Thea's POV | PRESENT DAY "If I happen to find out that you are lying to me— God help you, Dylan, I'll rip your dick and feed it to you." I warned before making my way through the crowd of people staring at us. I hated this- I absolutely despised hurting or threatening people, this was not me. Yet I had to do it, I had to become that assassin who people feared all because of my fucked up uncle. Dylan Brown. I was sent to find out where his boss was, for my 'boss' who also happened to be my adoptive uncle.

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