The Hate U Give Novels & Stories

Merida took a gun from her coat and pointed it at me, as she did so her eyes were filled with hatred, her gaze was Machiavellian, it reflected all the evil in the world, I just stared at her, I didn't know whether to lose my pride begging for my life, or if I would just let him take it from me, since I could suffer more, if the pain caused me by Jacob's betrayal was more than enough. On the contrary, I challenged her, "Kill me, ma'am!" Does it once and for all and leave my daughter without a mother, without a family, is that what you want? Well, do it! But don't prolong my suffering any longer, you put me in a wheelchair, you have me here, you have hurt me in such an inexplicable way, that i

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

“We have that in common, Avery. Bad taste in men who are cruel to us.” “Yeah, but the only person who ever got hurt was me. Not a child, and certainly not more than forty women who didn’t deserve it. I just... I hate you. I really really hate you. That little girl is barely a few months old and LDS will eat her up from the inside out.”

And the worst thing is, that I can see the hate , it is clearly visible in her galaxy eyes how much she hates me for what I have done. The frustration in her voice shacked my entire being and I completely shut my mouth. Not findings any excuse to defeat my wrong doings.... I slowly stapped away from her . She seems to look confused or maybe waiting for my reply but I did not had anything to say. I looked away from her , turned my back on her as I no longer could see the hatred on those hazel eyes... it's tearing me apart and cutting me all over just to witness hate in her eyes for me.....

She clears her throat, looking like a Disney villain with her curly hair, shiny eyes, and bold red lipstick, giving off a vibe that screams, "Fuck me now." Suddenly, Olvia’s words pop into my head: Her face and those wet legs... damn, I’m getting hard. I’ve never compared any women before, but ever since Olvia came into my life, every other woman just seems so unattractive to me.

Vito simply sighed a little fixing his jacket as he turned around to watch the young girl wiggle around in her chair fighting to get free, but due to how tight the ropes were, there was no chance in that. “Do you believe I truly want to do this; I do not go out of my way to kill innocent people…most of the time.” Vito said his shoes tapping off the concrete floor, whilst all poor Hannah could do was sit in her place and weep with fright. “I understand that you are young and perhaps have yet to understand the true feeling of being in complete love with someone brings you. How you can look at someone and just feel an outpouring of pure love, no matter what they say or do, you can’t help but be

The woman she wished her birth mother should have been like. "Okay Hun, take a deep breath and when you have the words let them out." She took a deep breath, she closed her eyes tears welding up faster than she could control. "I was abused- I hate myself because I too weak. I hate my mother because she hates me for tempting the wrong attention. I hate my pack because instead of intervening their great idea was to imprison me with that same person so it is not considered a sin. I hate the fact my nature because it stole everything from me. I hate that I sometimes fear Noah.

Instead, she looked at him with a mix of guilt and longing, aware that she had hurt him deeply in the past. Nova took a step closer to Austin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and you have every right to hate me." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of regret and longing. Austin's response was swift. "I don't hate you; I hate your husband." His words were laced with venom, and Nova's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep understanding.

And after I turned five, he never smiled at me again. "Emilia." He called my name with a frown. "How could you let your assistant insult Hannah? Is cruelty just part of your nature?" I turned and met Hannah's gaze. Her eyes, slightly red and glistening with unshed tears, sparkled with the innocence she had perfected so well, making her look delicate and fragile. It was a skill I could never master. "Are you even listening to me?" Ethan snapped, losing patience as I stayed silent. He hurled a folder from the desk at me, and its sharp edge sliced across my cheek.

My head snapped up so quickly our eyes locked. His jaw tightened slightly, anger flashing across his face as he continued. “What I cannot understand is what you ever saw in that brute called Kennedy that made you shrink yourself so small.” His eyes searched mine. “What kind of love makes a woman accept cruelty as though she deserves it?” Shame and pain twisted painfully inside me. A bitter laugh escaped me, wet with tears and venom. “I hate him.” The words came out before I could stop them. “I hate Kennedy James Jones for making me feel small. I hate him for humiliating me. I hate him for touching another woman while I begged him to look at me. I hate him for making me believe I was hard to