The Hate You Give Novels & Stories

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

“I have my reasons, Miss Carter. Reasons you don’t need to understand.” Sienna narrowed her gaze, frustration bubbling inside her. “No, I **do** need to understand. Because I was hired to help Lily, and from what I can see, the biggest thing standing in her way is **you.**” Silence. Thick, heavy silence. Grayson’s expression didn’t change, but something in his posture did—just a fraction, barely noticeable. A flicker of something in his steel-gray eyes. Guilt? Regret? Anger? She couldn’t tell, but it was there, a crack in his otherwise impenetrable armor.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

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

"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

“But I’d like it if we could put all of that behind us and maybe… hang out more often.” Olivia didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to accept his apology immediately. Another part reminded her of everything she’d endured because of him. The fear, the humiliation, the countless times she’d wondered what she’d ever done to deserve his hatred. Forgiving him didn’t mean forgetting any of that. But she also couldn’t ignore the fact that he had finally acknowledged what he’d done. She took a quiet breath. “Jordan, I… um…” She paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t have anything against you anymore.”

“Hurt me. Say whatever you need to say. I’m still here.” The permission cracked something open inside my chest that I had been holding shut with pure will. The hate rose clean and bright and furious, and for the first time in days I let it speak without trying to make it smaller. “I hate that you took me against the glass like I was nothing more than a body that happened to be standing there. I hate that you were so deep inside me I could feel you in my throat. I hate that I came around you while I was crying and that the memory of it still lives under my skin like a second heartbeat. I hate that you stood in my room and told me the claim was real. I hate that you stood in the snow and offer

lianor, I know that you hated me, and I understand you, I understand you, because me too, me too I hated myself, me too I hate myself, me too I will always hate myself, whatever happens, whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you choose, because that's what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, cannot be forgotten, cannot be betrayed, cannot be lied to, cannot be hidden, cannot be fled, but can hate itself, detest itself, reject itself, hurt itself, destroy itself, annihilate itself, erase itself, forget itself, everything, everything, everything". I look at her, I look at her and I cry, I cry all the tears I have not cried, all the tears I have held back, all th

“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.

"I hate this guy" "You mean you love him" my conscience said To be continued,likes comment and click the love symbol to add to your library