Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

I was going to go all above and beyond when I pluck off his perfectly refined feathers. The twins hated him, I knew it. And so did Xander. But for me, I didn’t hate him. He didn’t deserve that from me. To make things even clearer, I wasn’t even angry at him. How could I be angry at someone who made me realize my full potential? Things I have never known I was capable of? Matter of fact, I might as well send him a damn ribbon of the best tutor of the year which he will sit there, and wipe his tears with. Because they were going to stream down his face.

I could no longer continue with Father twisted game. For the first time in my life, I felt genuine hatred toward the man who had sired us. Dimitri Hendrix had always been demanding, brutal, but this going beyond training, he turned us against each other and he needed to pay for this, but I am too weak to stand against him. "All those years," I said, staring at the ceiling. "Everything he put us through, I never truly hated him. But now..." "We have to kill him," I said quietly.

LXXVI: Burning Hate Alyssa's POV I hate seeing him. I hate that even after he became powerless and enslaved, his presence is still undeniably noticeable. He struts around with his head held high as he isn't a criminal. I hate that stoic face of his as if he didn't do anything wrong. I hate it whenever I hear his voice. I hate everything about Knox Volkov and I have never hated anyone in my life.

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

If you don't do it, I'll kill you and kill your mother in front of your father next! Hugo was screaming on the other line pleading to spare his son. But he must have known that Ares is the most cunning and heartless man. Like a devil, a person with no soul on his body when it comes to business. He may have a little compassion for other things, but he shows no mercy regarding power, money, and men like him.

Although, she could feel there was light she could not see where she was. All kinds of bad thoughts begin to come to her head and she shouted," Don't kill me! Please!!! And.... and... don't take out my organs.... please!!! My organs are not good because I am not a healthy person. It would be a waste if you would try to take them out and sell!" She was shaking with fear when she heard a voice, this time from a male," Miss! You are mistaken. We are trying to save you. We are not going to kill you or take your organs out for selling. What do you think we are?".

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

it's been a year since Danielle and Nick got back together, They were now married. Danielle tried to help Nick the best way she could but Nick's Condition had become unbearable, his jealousy and rage only increased, he had stopped feeling sorry for hitting her when they argue, it almost always results in him attacking Danielle or Elena or them both. he's become so lost in himself that he now derives some pleasure from hurting them. it became so bad that he would beat Danielle' in public and threaten to kill her if she ever left him. "I'll hunt you down and kill you if you ever try to leave" he'll say. somehow Danielle still loved him and tried to manage him, but if this rage and vile behavi

, he said in an eerie tone. She got goosebumps all over, she spat in his face, “ Happy, Jesus Christ, go to hell", she said, turning her face away. “ never put your face away from me again", he ordered pulling her by the chin to face him, she screamed in pain then like a twisted psycho he said in a happy mood, “ this is our new home, just you and me, we don't need the world".