The Hate U Give Novels & Stories

> 'Shut up! Unable to stand this kind of conversation anymore, Agatha lashed at her system. 'I don't want to hear any of it! Just shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!' She roared in her mind. 'I hate the system! I don't care if there are kids like that! All I care is how a garbage thing like you encourages and pushes people, even kids like that, to commit crimes and murder! Shameless system! Damnable system! Hateful! Devil! You and your crappy main brain should go to hell! Go to hell!!!'

I cannot let the moments of kindness erase the years of neglect. I need the hate to be stronger than the love, I write, pressing the pen so hard it tears the paper. Because hate is the only thing that will keep me alive in this house.

"Don't worry, my men are after your friends. You will see them again soon" Leni was beautiful, Mira thought. But there's something ugly in her that she can't fathom. She's young, Mira guessed. But she looked old and mature like an adult. Hatred truly affects people in all possible ways, in all aspects. Hate is like a cancer on the soul, slowly killing you from the inside, corrupting your whole being without you noticing. It is lethal to adopt hatred and give it residence in your heart.

Not after daring to trade me like I am a harmful dog that he needs to get out of his compound. “Give me just one chance, Mr. De’Mario, and I will drop your name in a flash. I will trash it like it means absolutely nothing, because that is what you all mean to me—nothing! You are all dead to me!” I affirm. Silence resonates in the entire room for a long time. They are gawking at me, browsing my face from one corner to the other, searching my eyes to perhaps gauge the intensity of this hate that I am bleeding, and I am giving them all the satisfaction and the time they need.

I turned my back against her, but before I went out, I took a glance at her. "Hope you are happy now," I uttered in a cold tone. To be honest, I was willing to forgive what she had done if she was just sincerely apologized for what she did, but she did it otherwise. I think it was for the good of us, but I felt guilt, realizing how hard I slapped her earlier. As I was about to be gone into the classroom, a girl with short hair wearing a gray mini skirt and a maroon knitted top block my way.

I am Aurelia Giliam, I am hated by my family and I crave to feel any type of love. I am stuck in an endless cycle of trying to get the love of people who I know will never give me it. I am bitter, I am angry. I hate this.

Kimani I came down those stairs with the worst attitude and I was not even going to pretend otherwise. My head had been pounding since this morning, my throat still felt scratchy from whatever bug decided to make me its home since Friday, and I had been stuck in this house for three days with nothing but medicine that tasted like punishment and television that stopped being interesting by Saturday afternoon. I was miserable and I had every right to be miserable and nobody was going to tell me differently. I gripped the railing as I came down the last few steps, my oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder, my braids half pinned up and half doing whatever they wanted. I had not bothered

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

"If you had been there for Michael, maybe he wouldn't be gone now." Jonathan's heart ached with guilt, his own grief mingling with the weight of his mother's blame. "Mom, I didn't know... I couldn't have known that he was going to be in that situation." “You’re murderer! A killer. I hate you! It’s all your fault.” If words could kill Jonathan would be dead by now. He bit his lower lip and swallowed hard because those were the words he wanted to hear from his own mother. His eyes were a little tearful and like a little child he lookedbat his father asking for help.

I am currently lying down on my bed, wearing my sexy lingerie while waiting for him. Today is our anniversary, so I rolled around my bed because I am so excited about tonight’s celebration. And then after a few moments, I could hear someone pressing the passcode on the door’s lock. I stopped rolling on the bed and got off of it. I checked out myself in front of the mirror. “I am so beautiful and sexy! Hahaha, of course, this is Maddie Oh! The most popular celebrity in the world!” I spoke to myself. I am so proud of my achievement! I stopped grinning and remembered that werewolf. That werewolf who killed my loved ones! I chose to become an actress so that I can find him and seek justice. I wi