To Hate Adam Connor Novels & Stories

He looked away immediately our eyes locked, to the irritation of Melanie. I could never tell the reason for their hatred towards me until the funeral three days ago. They hated me because I was Reuben Connor’s daughter, the legitimate heir of Thomas Connor. Madam Helen knew this and I only realized it in that plant house; they are covering their fears for me by feigning hatred. A hatred that I have come to love, to be honest, I am beginning to desire more of their hatred. Mariano walked into the room and threw a long stare at me before trudging to his seat.

I just wanted to permanently erase the man from our reality—erase all the deep hurt he had inflicted on her, the trauma, the disrespect… but wishes can never be horses. “So… what do you think about it?” Connor asked, looking at me as if I had suddenly grown a horn right in the middle of my forehead when I remained silent. “What do I think?” I repeated smoothly. “Come on, Killian, surely you want that pathetic man gone just as much as I do,” Connor growled, his voice harsh. “And I know Elara wants to play this game her own way, but I absolutely do not like that fellow existing in her vicinity. I’ve never liked him or his stupid ego. Right now, he is probably going to think Elara still harbors

Conrad responds, watching Atlas punch one of the protection walls. He's going to hurt himself if he keeps doing that, Jane comments disapprovingly. I won't complain about the big bitch boy being in pain, Conrad mutters back to her wolf. "The pack won't accept you," Charlotte groans, shaking her head, "but who is it?" "Alpha Adamo," Conrad clears her throat, standing up from the desk and walking around to the door. "Oh, he is so hot," Charlotte gasps after a moment of silence as she most likely looked him up on the internet, "Oh my Goddess, he has been involved in some illegal shit."

mr saad said and I nodded my head X. I stood up and then slowly begin the song by karmin "love to hate you..." I'm just a prisoner of your love You got me lip locked fire the gun Oh oh ohh If I escaped too I would be lost So don't bail me out babe I'll pay the cost Ohohohh Sometimes I just hate to love you My eyes strayed accusingly to Xavier who was looking down and staring at some thing in particular... ______________

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

’ she thought. “Hannah is just a woman I slept with.” Adam countered. Hearing that Raina’s heart sank into pits of despair. ‘I did so much for this bastard. How could he be so heartless?’ She thought. Hatred and disabled filled Raina’s heart and she could hardly breathe. ‘Just wait and see Adam! I’m going to make you regret your choice today!’ She thought to herself.

But if I find anyone bearing even the slightest resemblance to our cash cow, I'll kill her to make sure she's dead. He assured Bianca. “Make sure you do, only then will I find you worthy to be my father.” “I don't need your approval, " he pulls up a photo of the smiling six year old Khan. “I just need to get my next victim.”

It probably hurt that he was being abused when it seemed he had all in his favour. “I don't think provoking him is the right way to go,” I whispered from behind him, but he ignored me. “I wonder if you'll be able to say that after I've succeeded in shutting you up.” Vance returned coldly, flexing his back muscles. My mind briefly wondered how Adam with his lean, muscled body would hold his own against Vance's massive frame and his two friends. It was a massacre waiting to happen. As if he had a death wish, Adam continued to taunt Vance.

He doesn’t hurt me anymore. She took a sip of wine. ‘He actually supports me now.’ She turned back to Zoe, searching her face. ‘Do you really care that much?’ she asked, lightly scoffing. But the words cut deep. Zoe flinched. She swallowed hard. ‘I cared. I always cared,’ she said ‘But your father...’ She didn’t finish the sentence. They both knew. Mr. Crystal Jones, had always been in the way – controlling, cold, and selfish. Not a father. Not a husband.