The Hate You Give Novels & Stories

I did absolutely no damage at all but it felt good to finally hit back. "No, get off me!” I screamed as I hit his chest over and over again. Crying hysterically as I did so. “I hate you, I hate you!” I didn’t know how to make him hate me, I’d just shot him and he still wanted me. “How can you feel nothing?” My voice was slowly getting quieter as I realized I was never going to get away. I was stuck, with the murderous tyrant who had taken my moms life just because he thinks he’s entitled to me and only me. Eventually I stopped hitting him and fell to my knees at his feet. “Please!” I looked up at him and watched his eyes falter ever so slightly at seeing the emptiness inside mine. “Please, I

I was not angry but a feeling that I could easily refer to as hatred filled me up just before I could feel nothing anymore. That was the trigger, the hate. Like anybody would in an instance of pain, say a very hot object lands on one's skin, hate consumes one's entire thought process, leaving room for no other thought or emotion. I became immediately unable to think of anything but Riana Park and not in a good way.

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.

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

"You made me a better person. When I was lost, without perspective or plans for my life, you appeared and turned everything upside down, you made me lose all the control I had and I really liked that. "I thought I wasn't capable of love and I fell in love with the person I hated the most. "She laughed then they pulled away to look at each other. "You taught me that more than loving, I can also be loved, you loved me with all my flaws, conflicts and traumas and I will be forever grateful to you for that. I love you so much and loved being your princess. "I will forever be your princess. "He said. "Can I ask you one last thing?

I say to Mom and Dad, “and you choose to keep everything a secret to protect her, to protect someone who speaks against you at every chance she gets. And yet, I'm the one who pays for the sins of your past.” She's sobbing by now. “Baby, please,” she whispers. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” she pleads. “Please,” she tries to touch me, but I keep stepping back. “Please don't hate me. I'm so sorry for hurting you.” I look at her; she hates him so much that her hatred blinds her. She does everything possible to hurt him, and what's worse is that she uses me. “Did you know what happened when we went to India?” Dad's eyes widen, and he begins to shake his head, but I ignore him. “Do you know whose kid

“I hate that the quiet gets loud without you. I hate that I’m learning to kill because the only other option is dying. Please—don’t stop.” He made a low sound of approval and gave me exactly what the words asked for until thought fractured. Afterward he kept me against his chest, one hand spread on my back, the other resting near the faint bruise the gun had left on my hand. “Hate is useful,” he said into the dark. “It keeps you sharp. Just don’t let it convince you there’s still a door marked exit. There isn’t. There’s only competence and the people who survive long enough to use it.”

My gaze slowly turned blank, no longer staring down at the bottom of the ravine, but staring at Papa's back as he walked away. ‘I will kill you,’ my shattered inner voice whispered. ‘Someday, I will throw your corpse to the bottom of this sea.’ At the same time, my body could no longer bear the weight of repeated trauma. My vision blurred along with the heavy pouring rain. The sound of the waves slowly faded from my ears. My arms that were struggling earlier now hung limp beside my body. Darkness engulfed me once again, and this time, I let it swallow me completely. I fell unconscious in the middle of the storm, embracing a new hatred that would later alter the fate of the Moretti Family.

“My memories.” His eyes met hers. “Your memories too.” Evelyn swallowed. “Can you control it?” “For now.” “And when you can’t?” Alexander looked away. “Then you won’t be talking to me anymore.” Evelyn shook her head. “No.” “Evelyn.” “No.” “You have to understand.” “I understand that you’re still in there.” “That might not matter.” “It matters to me.” He looked at her. She stepped closer. “You told me once that hatred was safer than love.”

James asked off-camera. "Every moment of every day. But regret doesn't bring Lily Rossi back. It doesn't undo the decades of harm I caused. All I can do is warn others: this is where hate leads. To a cell. To loneliness. To dying with everyone you loved learning to hate you back." "Why did you agree to be interviewed?"