The Hate You Give Novels & Stories

“You think that you’re so great just because you’re rich? Do you think that you can buy everything in this world just because you have money? Let me tell you, I don’t need any conditions. You will never be able to make up for the harm that you have done to me nor alleviate my hatred for you no matter what conditions you give me! “I hate you!”

Nothing matters more than her now. "No", she immediately turns to me, her eyes turning red. "I know it'll be tough. But if he doesn't get punished, it'll be tougher to digest. He took three lives. He ruined my childhood. It's my fault that I still can't hate him" "Because you don't have the hatred inside you to spread, Iv", I hold her hand and lift it next to my mouth, softly kissing her knuckles. "You're filled with love. All you can give someone is love. You're so pure both inside and out. It's impossible for you to hate someone"

And i hate it so much This academy is so innocent too i saw it. Im scared that i might be ruin it. But now i look at then one by one.Maybe they think me a crazy witch but when i look at them, when our eyes meet they smiled at me the way artemis smiled at me No.No.no no. you think you can fool me your going to hate me soon i prepare my self in that

"You want everyone who knows you to say it! Every person you drive away, every person you push to the edge, you 'secretly' long for them to speak the very words that sting your own tongue." The room seems to shrink at the magnitude of Ryan's words, a weighty silence broken only by the rustle of fabric and rugged exhales. Ethan's anger surges forth like waves crashing against the shore, his eyes aflame with indignation. "Mr. Miller, how dare—" "How dare I?" Ryan interjects, "Pardon me again, but, Sir…not everyone possesses the extraordinary true ability to read minds. Such a gift belongs to only the rarest of individuals. So why, tell me, do you always expect others to decipher the convoluted

Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

“Hate? I don’t hate you! Why would you think that I hate you? I agree that we might have both fought in the past but right now the feeling that I hold towards you isn’t of hate” “If it isn't hate? Then what is it?” “Pity,” I said to her blatantly. “The fact that any moment from now, you could leave the world…..” Maddie quickly lowered her head, bursting into tears. “This is my Karma. This is the way the universe has paid me back for all the atrocities that I have committed against you. Every day, I keep asking myself, if I didn’t come back to New York, would things have been different between you and Ethan?”

“Break it down for me.” “You hate the woman who gave birth to your beautiful little girl. You don’t seem interested in giving her the credit of at least gifting you with something incredible. Instead, you wish her dead. This doesn’t bode well for someone like me who couldn’t be less suited for you than any other woman on the planet. If you can’t find even the tiniest bit of compassion for her, what happens to me when I do something you don’t like? Will you wish me dead?”

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

“Every time I close my eyes I see his face. I hate him so much it keeps me alive.” Jada made a small, broken sound, half sob, half protest, and pressed her forehead against River’s shoulder. Her tears soaked into the filthy bandage there. Zoe watched them both, Jada’s quiet grief, River’s stubborn fury, and something in her expression shifted. Not softening exactly, but deepening. “Then use it,” she said. “Use the hate. Let it keep you breathing until you’re strong enough to do more than hate.” His cracked lips curved again, just the ghost of a smile. “That would not be long now,” he rasped.

he replied, sounding almost dismissive. My jaw clenched, feeling a surge of anger and disappointment. "You disgust me, Brian. Truly. For all the hurt you’ve caused—deliberate or not—know that it will haunt you. Every decision you make, every regret you ignore, will eventually catch up with you. Mark my words, Brian," I told him, voice low but firm, filled with an unshakeable resolve.