Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

I smile, knowing it’s difficult for her to confess something like this to me. “You are welcome.” I try to keep my tone light. “I hate men.” I frown a little. She turns red, which says this is an uncomfortable conversation that we are going to have now. “After seeing my father’s deed all these years, I grow to loath men. They think they have all the power in this world. They are the king and everyone else is just dust on their feet. I hate that. I hate my father for that. I can’t stand that man at all.” Her face is twisted in hate.

His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin. "You think this is over?" he muttered under his breath, voice a rough rasp in the darkness. He would find a way out. He would make them pay. Claire. Ryan. All of them. With blood. With screams. With everything they loved. A slow, sick smile spread across Mason's battered face. This was just the beginning. And when he rose again— nothing would save them.

He gave me choky look which made me raise my right brow. “You are a human that doesn’t understand what am I feeling. Don’t you get it? I don’t like you, your scent disgusts me. Why am I mated to a fucking human like you?” No words can describe what am I feeling right now after hearing those words. Mated? He is mated to me? I laugh jokingly hoping it was just a prank. “I Ralf Miles future alpha of moon night pack reject you, Sachiko Walter, as my mate” his words were like a sharp-edged dagger that penetrated my chest making me lose my breath at this moment. The pain is incomparable and I can’t explain why I am feeling like this.

he murmurs, his voice low and cutting, “but don’t lie to yourself. Hate’s just fear dressed up with a little fire.” My fists clench above my head, but I don’t dare move. His palm feels like fire against my skin, his presence suffocating, a storm I can’t outrun. “Do you know what hate does to me?” he continues, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. “It fucking fuels me. Makes me sharper, crueler and gets my cock hard as fuck. Hate is a slippery slope. One minute, you hate me. The next? You’re fucking obsessed.”

This hatred and wrath for him will stay in my heart until death. "Baby, w-where are you going?" I heard his trembling voice behind me, following me as I went out of that room. I pursed my lips in a grim line. His voice... I hate it. I hate everything about him. I felt a warm palm covered my wrist, stopping me from walking. I aggressively pulled away and faced him, clenching my jaw tightly.

My inner wolf let out a pathetic whine against my ribs, thrashing around in a sick desire to lean into his touch, even while my human mind burned with pure hatred. "You like being down here, don't you?" Silas whispered, leaning down until his sharp fangs grazed the shell of my ear. His hot breath sent a violent shiver down my back. "You act like you hate my guts, but your fucking wolf is drooling. She wants my teeth in your neck right now. I can smell your scent from here, you dirty little bitch. You want me to bite you." "I hate you," I rasped, my lips pulling back as my own fangs extended, scraping against my lower lip. "I fucking hate you, Silas. I wish Alex had put a skate blade through

It was him and me against the world. "I brought my copy of the Twilight, Hayden," I smiled and squeezed his hands. "I know how much you hate these. I am going to keep reading it to you and annoy you if you don't wake up soon. I'll focus on the most romantic parts. It will be real torture because I know you can hear me." I giggled. I could swear I felt a slight movement on his fingers. He really hated Twilight. One day, he made that very clear when he tried to burn the DVD because Alison and I wouldn't stop watching the movie.

“I hate you.” His lips brush my ear, lips upturned. “Say it like you mean it.” My head turns, our lips just heartbeats away. “I. Hate. You.” Fingers tangle in my hair, forcing my head up. Before I can protest, his lips conquer mine. I freeze, pinned between his powerful body and the wall. His lips are hot against mine and he tastes of smoke and whiskey. There’s nothing soft about his kiss, his lips devouring mine with hunger—a hatred—I’ve never experienced before.

I swing my hand to slap him, but he catches my hand, his eyes locking on mine. “or what? mmh?” what are you going to do now that I have pissed you off? Now that I have hurt you like this?” “why?” I hate how broken I sound. “why do you find joy in seeing me hurt?” His eyes narrow, clearing, and the hate I see is clear as day. “because I can't stand you. I loathe you.” “was this all a joke? What kind of twisted game are you playing?” His smirk is deterring. “if I start playing twisted games, you won't survive, little wolf.”