The Hate U Give Novels & Stories

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.

It seeps out, and you’re thirsty all over again. I sip my wine, the red liquid staining my lips, and imagine them. Roman’s arms around Ariana. Their laughter. Their whispered promises. Their perfect little life. It makes me want to shatter the glass in my hand, carve their names into my skin just so I don’t forget why I wake up every morning choking on hate. I hate them. I hate them so much it hurts. But do I regret it? No. I could never regret hating them. Because hate is all I have left. Hate is my fuel, my fire, my reason to breathe. If I let it go, I’d have nothing. Just another lonely woman in Paris, surrounded by riches but empty inside.

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

“Layla.” “You can’t just…” I choked on the remaining words. “It’s not fair. You can’t do this. I hate you.” I choked repeatedly. “I know.” He accepts. “You don’t! I hate you. So damn much. You do this, but I resent you. I hate you more than you can phantom. It’s right here in my chest, I know it. I hate you so much I can’t breathe.” His hands are around my neck, the other hoists my waist and he pushes me against the wall.

“You call this protecting? I cannot even breathe without asking permission. I cannot eat without you watching. I cannot cry without you booking therapy like it is a haircut. Lila deserved real justice not your twisted lawyers and I deserved to at least try to fix it but no. You handled it. You always handle it. And now I am supposed to say thank you?” I was shaking so bad my teeth chattered. I wiped my face with my sleeve and it came away soaked. “I hate you. I hate how you look at me like I am a problem you can fix with money. I hate that part of me still wants you to hold me after all this. But mostly I hate that you think you can say no to school like it is nothing. It is everything to me

A stupid, reckless soft spot that should have healed years ago. Rhett wasn’t just a name. He was a part of me I never fully got back and I’d forever hate that son of a bitch for it. Slamming that mental door down. I rearranged my dress and finger combed my hair, placing my bag on my shoulder. I stared at him for a second longer, then shook my head. “I shouldn’t have settled for you.”My voice came out quiet. “Damn you and your brother” The dumbfounded look on their faces was enough to make me straighten my back and walk towards the door.

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

I stated, mirroring his glare looks. "Never-" he was about to say when I cut me off. "Don't dare to cross me!" I let out furiously when he got up as I pull my gun on him so does he? I just did it to make him feel that I am the one who has more power. But it is very humiliating for me. "Ohh so now you're showing the gun to your Uncle who taught you and gives you this wonderful life for a cheap girl?" Emily spoke in a disgusted tone.