The Hate U Give Novels & Stories

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

Pathetic and now my child would pay the price for that. Hatred burns through me at the thought...hatred for Donald, for Anna, and for myself. The needle pierces my skin and I let out a piercing scream… then everything fades to black.

"What? Nothing to say? The great Lena Hartwell, top of every class, teacher's pet, thinks she's too good to even look at me?" "That's not true," I whispered. "Then look at me." I forced my eyes to meet hers. Up close, she was even more beautiful which was ironic considering her evil nature. The flawless skin, perfect teeth, not a single hair out of place and those cold blue eyes that showed how much she was enjoying making my life hell "You know what I think?" She tilted her head, studying me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. "I think you need to learn your place. I think you need to understand that no matter how hard you study, no matter how many scholarships you get, yo

he added and I turned to him. “They broke her, they filled her with hatred, this world...people, and all the anger. They channeled it to her and she did the same to me, you, and Isabel!” I stood up and wiped my tears. “Can you hear me?!” I yelled to no one in particular. “This is what happens when you give hate to young children when you assume they will forget when you think they are just kids! The hate comes back! Harder than karma and it hurts people to have nothing to do with it!” I yelled and uncle chef my fist. My throat was hoarse and I felt a sob rack through my body.

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•

I watched it burn. She thought about Ethan in the lobby. I'm not a pawn. She thought about Hope in the courtroom. You can't copy a soul. If she killed Isabella... she would be copying her soul. She would be taking the blueprint of hate and building a new wing on the house. And her children would have to live in it. The ice in her chest cracked. It wasn't a gentle melt. It was a fracture. Painful. Sharp. "I hate her," Aurora sobbed. The first tear fell, hitting the marble. "I hate her so much."

I turned to look back at him, “Hatred? You’re saying it’s okay to hate people?” “To be human is to hate, just as it is to love and fear. What I’m saying is to let yourself feel it. Harness it. Use it against those who would do you harm, and above all,” His voice dropped into a rough growl, “Show no mercy.” Show no mercy. Those three words shattered the dam I’d been constructing my entire life. Each time I let Lucille and Kimberly slap me around. Each time I told myself that fighting against them wasn’t worth it. All that pain, and shame, and hatred came bubbling to the surface.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

"We’re... we’re finished for the day. Go home." "Lily, wait—" "I need to go." Lily didn't wait for a response. She grabbed her coat and bolted out the door, leaving Sophie standing alone in the half-decorated office. Lily hit the sidewalk, the cold air biting at her face, but she couldn't feel it. All she could feel was the crushing weight of a life built on a lie, and the terrifying realization that the man she had mourned was a monster she never truly knew. The cold air of the city didn't soothe the burn in Lily’s chest; it only made the tears tracks on her cheeks feel like ice. She walked without a destination, her expensive heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement, a sharp contra

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****