To Hate Adam Connor Novels & Stories

Damien knew that something sinister was going on still, and there was a secret that was being withheld from him and no matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around it, nothing was coming to head, and it still didn't make any sense to him. It was as though they just selected him as a target. He had never crossed any of them or done anything that would warrant the extent of hatred they had for him, so what had happened. If there was anyone who was supposed to be angry he was the one for goodness freaking sake! Mr Connor had single-handedly had a hand in his father’s death, leaving the poor man to bleed to death.

“Adam, you’ve got to be kidding, right?” That came from Aunt Sarah; the sister of Uncle Slade who was also present in the room and looking at his daughter as well. But instead of the loving reproach that was filled in the rest of the eyes, his were filled with open disgust. Adam felt the rage consume him as usual; if there was someone he hated the most in this world, it was that man. He only tolerated him because of his parents. “No,” he replied trying to keep out any emotion from his voice. “I think she’s lovely. I like her style,” he asserted and turned to Rhea to see if he was making his point.

“You want to kill me? It’s not the first time you’ve wanted to do so since we broke up but you know it’s the truth. Sage knows it too. Our pack is falling apart because you are all distracted” As soon as she finished her sentence, two things happen at once. My claws are out. My office door budges open and Connor and Neo storm right through. Neo looks between Viola and me with mild disgust. Connor generally hates Viola but the news of Jamie’s death must have hit them harder than it did me. Neo’s brows lift, his eyes fall on Viola before he barks, “Sorry to break up your little reunion doc but we need the room. Leave” He’s not sorry at all. He hates her.

"See, that's how I feel. If my father had coaxed me to marry, I might have rebelled. But he didn't. He played a better game, making me believe the ball was in my court when it was never so. It shouldn't be such a big deal, but I don't know why it hurts so much." Tears slip out of her shut lids, and I wince at the sadness, raw and profound, chewing into her. I can't help the rage that festers. I want to bury my fist in something, shatter objects into smithereens, and compel a man to disintegrate into nothing. I've ever hated Connor, but I've never wanted him dead this sorely. Add this to the list of grievances I have against the were, and there's no way he'll be allowed to live eventually. I'

Annette blushed and covered her face. She looked at Connor with a hurt look. She said, "Connor, can we stop talking about this? We agreed on this, right?" "Are you so disgusted about sleeping with me once? In your eyes, am I a bad man? Or do you really hate me so much?" Connor seemed to care about Annette's reaction. Annette said seriously, "I don't hate you, nor do I think you are a bad man. On the contrary, I think you are a very good man. I don't like the fact that I used you because another man hurt me. This has nothing to do with you."

Walking away from the only woman who’d ever made him feel like he could be someone other than Severus Pearson’s disappointing son. “You’re going to see her,” Evan said, not looking up from his laptop. It wasn’t a question. “I know.” “Are you ready for that?” “No.” Evan finally looked at him. “Adam, listen to me. I know you’ve spent a decade convincing yourself that you hate her—” “I do hate her,” Adam interrupted. “You hate that she hurt you,” Evan corrected. “That’s not the same thing. And if you walk in there with all that unresolved bullshit, you’re going to do something stupid.”

“Revenge doesn’t differentiate between blood.” “Sometimes I don’t understand you.” Alex looked for his face. “Who do you hate more? Genovese or yourself?” “I loathe myself.” With a sinister grin, Connor’s icy gaze locked onto him. “I’m the most disgusting human being alive. Not for what I’ve done so far but for what I’m about to do. Everyone would hate me, including Janet.” He laughed heartily, throwing his head back on the leather couch. “Hate is the most beautiful feeling in the world. It brings detachment. It brings peace.”

“Tell me more about Lycan Adam.” “Reports say he’s cruel. But that’s my reputation, also, isn’t it Reed?” Connor grunted his assent in the process of executing a left turn and I began to wonder, not for the first time, if I was cut out for this.

Connor interrupted the butler sharply, “Carl, get me a flight ticket to Richworth. I need to swing down there for a bit.” “Understood.” Carl did as he was told and got the flight ticket as requested. Shortly after that, the phone in the living room rang again. He promptly answered and had a brief exchange with the caller before bringing the phone to Connor. “Sir, it’s Mr. Adam.” Connor considered for a moment and decided to dismiss the call. He instructed Carl curtly, “Just tell him I’m not feeling well and can’t come to the phone right now. Also, tell him that he’s going to have to hold off on the joint project for now.”

How shameless could Mike be, everyone’s face held the same look- disbelief, he didn’t look like the confident guy on campus. “Mike” I hiss “there’s no need for this” I didn’t want Knox to get into trouble because of me. For a second, I thought Knox might actually get dragged out. But the moment they reached him— One of them angles his head “Knox Tatum?” A grin lights his face. The other nodded respectfully. “Good evening, I'm a big fan. You want us to handle this?” Howdid I forget, Knox was a fast-rising hockey player, very popular for winning all his games.