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I said in almost a whisper but loud enough for her to hear what I had just said. I saw hope leave her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks. “I hate you, Gabriel!I hate you!I hate that I got too attached to you.I hate that I loved you!”She hit my chest with her hands countless times as she screamed and I let her do so. If hitting me would help her feel alot better,it was okay.I allowed her to take out all her frustration on me because I was the one who had caused her the pain. She finally stopped and collapsed on my chest, crying helplessly and I gave her a comforting hug, rubbing her back gently to help her calm down.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

Ave glanced down at her cropped sweater, black jeans, and carefully untucked curls. She scowled. “This is just laundry day.” Blake smirked. “And I just wanted to go over our code bugs. Convenient coincidence.” --- Blake — Dangerous Game He didn’t know what they were doing. But he liked it. Liked the way Ave’s lip curled when she was annoyed. Liked the way she refused to call this a date, but still wore perfume that made his brain fog. Liked how she leaned toward him when he talked, even when her words stayed cold.

"Mr. Miller, as I believe in give and take, here is what I give you for what I have taken aka your services. Don't get too full of yourself. Enjoy. -Ethan Smith." Ryan folds the paper neatly, putting it aside, "I hope these are not poisoned," Ryan bends over inhaling in the kind of yeasty aroma emanating, "Doesn't seem so. Now I know if Mr. Haughty used some pristine variety of poison," he sniffs a few more times until he decides they are safe to consume. "Nevermind, they really don't look like they could be poisoned," Ryan picks up a muffin, and relishes it with ease, "Thank you I guess," he mumbles to himself.

I put it in the kitchen area but I am hearing some weird noises. A girl? Moaning? Did he leave his television open? I slowly walked towards the bedroom and the door was open. My eyes widened as I caught him coupling with another actress! The girl is on his top and they are really enjoying the moment. What a jerk! We just did it a few minutes ago and now, you are doing it with another woman? So disgusting! I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the soup I made for him! Yes, this is for you and for that woman! I entered the room and poured the soup on them while they were enjoying their moment together. They stopped and the girl screamed so loudly. She got up from the bed and went to the corne

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

“I hate you. I fucking hate you, Nickolas.” *** I emerge from Nickolas’s closet, adorned in his clothes. As he enters with a food tray, a surge of hatred simmers within me. My body aches, and my wolf might never wake up again, all because of him. A part of me contemplates ending my suffering by killing him, yet the mate bond holds me back. If only he would accept my rejection, I'd be free.

How was that possible? One of them was a game love affair, the other was a playboy and the other was a playboy. She couldn't imagine what would happen between them. "No, I don't think they are a good match." She shook her head vigorously. "What do you mean?" Eva heard her talking to herself and asked curiously. "Zac wants to eat spicy meat, but he is always afraid of spicy food, so I say it is not appropriate." Hazel made up an excuse quickly. Then, she picked up a lamb kebab without pepper and handed it to Zac.

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

Gianna shot back without missing a beat: “Bold, coming from someone who smells like overpriced cynicism.” Lucien’s brow arched, bored and lethal. “At least it’s not desperation and hairspray.” Exhausting. And wildly entertaining. “Are you two sure you don’t just want to make out and get it over with?” I asked, sipping tea like the chaos didn’t scorch the air. The glares they gave me could have curdled milk. Sabine clapped like it was opening night at the opera. “God, I love hate chemistry.” By the end of the week, it became a betting game. Who would land the first insult? Would Lucien savage her perfume collection, or would Gianna eviscerate his tragic lack of joy? Sabine and I made charts.