Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****

' The amulet glowed warmly, as if agreeing with him. That beautiful warmth was soon whipped away as a chill breeze froze the air. The book flew open, pages turning violently, several tearing with the force. Even the shelves seemed to tremble as the painting fell from the wall with a crash. 'You naive fool.' The childish voice sang, no longer the timbre of a pleading youth, but a twisted mockery of one. 'He loves no one. He would slit your throat in an instant if you crossed him. You saw the brutality when he slaughtered Blake. He enjoyed it! A thrill from the past! He savours each death, each stroke of the whip! Evil breeds in his heart!'

And to those still hesitant, he offered a warning. "If you're not with me, you're against me. And if you’re against me... I don't keep repulsive pets." One by one, they give in. Some needed bribes. Some needed blackmail. But in the end, they all turned their backs to Oliver. And when the last one fell, Jake unveiled his new empire. ATARDECIDIDA. The organization that would erase Twilight from existence.

he enunciated on the last sentence He yanked at my hair hard threatening to pull out my scalp before abruptly letting go of me I choked on my sob and wobbled my way back to my feet, using my arms to cover myself as much as I could from his burning gaze, it was useless though ..... Not when I was still smeared all over with his semen. I reeked totally of him all over I began to search for my clothes I gasped when he suddenly gripped my arms tightly "what do you want! You've already taken everything, even I despise myself now, aren't you satisfied? I hate you so much!" my voice choked out with all the hate and despair I felt inside...

I can't do it, even though I want to do it, I just can't. His last words are still ringing in my head. He wanted to kill me when he just came, but nothing anymore? Who the fuck does he even think he is? Adrian Petrov. Come to think of it, when I ran a background check about his family, I found nothing significant. “I'm sorry.” fucking apologies. I hate hearing it. I hate hearing the word sorry. I don't want to see him, I want to kill him. But I just can't.

My heart clenched as I recognized the voice—the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, Swiftclaw. Hatred surged within me, fueled by the memories of that fateful day when I watched my father fall, his life extinguished by Swiftclaw's treacherous hand. The fire of vengeance burned in my eyes as he stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face, relishing in the torment he had inflicted.

“You’re a sick, twisted controlling freak and I hope you die! You are never man enough to apologize forr the things you’ve done to me, the years of abuse, yet you always fucking hound me like I’m your possession! I hate you, I fucking hate you and if your death wouldn’t rip me into two separate halves right now, I would fucking kill you with my bare hands.” How could he do this to me? Why was he such a selfish pig? I could feel my head emptying, my knees going weak with longing as my soul craved for its mate. Every bad word I hurled at him affected me right in the center of my heart, cutting me as deep as it was cutting him. My body violently fought against my heart, wanting to throw itself

Unable to resist my curiosity, I hung back to listen. "This shouldn't take long. Another month or so and I'll get what I want from her and take the next available flight back home. I hate this fucking place anyway. I can barely fucking stand it." My blood ran cold at the sound of his voice, so unlike anything I had ever heard him say. For a minute there I wasn’t sure if it was really Noah I was hearing, or his evil twin. But that voice… it definitely was him. I stepped closer to his door, pressing my ear against it so I could listen a little better, my heart hammering so loud that I was afraid he'd hear it.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

I rose from where Kevan lay and chased after that person whose back I could only see. What i felt was like a vexing of the soul for what I felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, all I could feel was desire; desire to hate. To kill. I was intoxicated with emotion I had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in my stomach, in my lungs, my mind, in every part of my being, waiting to be unleashed.