Novel & Cerita To Hate Adam Connor

I hear Brielle's tiny voice say from a distance as she snapping me out of my little train of thoughts and back to reality. " I don't know" I say through gritted teeth, as I hated to admit the fact that I actually still loved Xander and I was doing everything in my power to deny that fact. " you know,no matter how you try to deny it....there are still somethings that you cannot seem to deny no matter how hard you try" I hear her say as she looked at me like she could relate to what I was going through. " I don't know Brielle,it just hurts so much agreeing to that fact" I say honestly as I breathed deeply trying to drive back the tears that was begging to come out again all of a sudden.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

I drew closer and noticed that he was as white as snow. His Spartan shoulders stood out. It convey mighty strength and pride. His thin lips kept moving as he chewed slowly. He was truly the definition of beauty. No wonder women fought to have him. Their struggle was not for a ugly being. By the way, no one was ugly. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When our gaze met, I was disappointed with his eyes. They were as red as strawberries. He did not look happy. The coldness I felt from his touch yesterday made me wonder who he was.

“So, when’s the next bonfire, lover boy?” Ethan laughed. “Yeah, maybe we’ll bring popcorn this time. Bleachers make great seats for—” Connor shoved him, trying not to smile. “Shut up.” Liam grinned. “Aw, come on, man. You’re different lately. Softer. Next thing you know, you’ll be writing poetry.” Connor rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. “You guys are idiots.” “Idiots who saw that look on your face,” Liam said. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

I just knew that I felt a spark, a connection, and I wanted to get to know you better. His face looks like it's carved from stone, and I don't understand why he's so angry with me. "You suddenly hate me because of my last name?" I ask, frowning, a tear slipping down my cheek. "I thought you were a better person than that, Connor." Connor reaches out and grabs my chin, tilting my face up. His fingers dig into my skin as he says, "Save your fake tears. Now tell me when you discovered who I was — that my real name is Connor Mennetti."

His friend is now happy because of his healthy ass. Connor once told him about his beautiful ass, so he wants to see it and why his lord is so crazy about it? Paul offers some food and drinks to them as they sit on the couch. “Lord Lincoln is so disappointed in Connor that’s why he beat his brother. On my side, I cannot bear to watch him doing it to my fake husband. Even Connor did so many horrible things towards me, I still cannot hate him like before. Connor is like part of my soul,” he shared with him.

"That Jerk!" Thew anger that filled me on hearing her mate, Seth, someone who was supposed to love and treasure her was hell bent on killing her inside was so overwhelming. I wihshed i could do something, but Connor rudely reminded me that i was indeed helpless and could do nothing but watch him kill my friend. Connor suggested we go to his Father’s rich cabin. The banter between Connor and i succesfully took Naomi’s mind off her issues, bujt i couldnt stand him. I hated him but i could only tolerate him because of Naomi.

No, it couldn’t be. I turned, heart in my throat, and got a better look at the man who had fired the gun. Tall. Powerful. Cold. My blood chilled. Alpha Vladimir. The ruthless leader of the Mancini Pack. The nightmare parents used to frighten their pups. He looked at me with disgust, as though I were something filthy clinging to the bottom of his boot. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hurt us. We’ve done nothing."

"Why are you still trying to get close to my son?" I pretended not to hear him and waited for Connor. When he arrived, he looked utterly drained. His eyes were bloodshot, and when he saw me, his mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. I looked at him calmly. "Connor, do you have anything to say? To your dad? To my mom?" He flinched. "I was wrong–" But nothing more followed. I stepped closer. "Can I take a look at it? The thing that made you so full of hate and convinced you of something that never even happened?"

He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.