Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

Brian’s corner of the mouth lifted as he shook his head a little. For the first, I hated this family. I hated to be a part of these people. Glad I wasn’t one of them. If I needed this much ego and arrogance in my blood to be a McCoy or part of these descendants or any other house, I was over the moon to be an orphan. I would rather die in the street than have such people surrounding me. No matter what happened to me in this house till now, I never really took that in my heart and lived as the river coasted, but today this was the last time I was taking any crap from any of these people. They weren’t worthy of that.

She inquired quickly with a worried look on her face but I continued to growl at her with so much hate and anger in my voice. "This position as the pack ambassador has always been mine but you took it away from me forcefully and you call yourself a sister? A twin at that?" I fired at her as my face squeezed with hate and anger. They stared at me, surprised at what I was saying but I didn't care, I was going to get that position from her no matter what it was going to take me, even if I had to tear the earth apart into shreds. I shot a deadly glare at her but she only pulled her eyes away from me. "But.. she hasn't done anything like that.." my mother tried to say but I was way too angry to a

I would love to watch some of those wolves, who took pride in their control, squirm. He got out of his chair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. The last thing I want to do is have you back in that bed for a month. When you see them it might make it worse.” I shook my head and concentrated on my sandwich. “I won’t do anything. I’m numb to all of this now. I want to meet the woman who’s taken the place I wanted to be in.” He stared at me as I put things back where they belong. “I want you to think about this before you decide you want to go.”

“You wanted my virginity, yeah, you’ve had it. Good luck, humping your pillows all night.” I turned on my heels about to leave the office, but I heard the sound, before I understood that I was being slammed against the wall. My front pressed against the wall, as he twisted one of my arms behind my back while he held the other to the wall. “From some of the books I read, I heard hate sex, is better.” He murmured against my ears, and God, my knees grew weak and my heart raced. “Since you hate me so much, sex will be more pleasurable, what do you say? Wanna try it in here?”

I said out loud, my voice cracking right down the middle as I tossed the stone into the dirt. God, I hated him. I hated him so much in this second. I hated his face, I hated his hoodie sweater, I hated the way he looked at Alex, I hated the way he made me feel like I was losing my damn mind. I hate you, I thought, pulling my knees up toward my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs as a sudden, brutal wave of heat hit the back of my throat. I hate you so much. And I love you. God help me, I love you so much it's killing me.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

Hot tears spilled over “I hate you Taurus! I hate my dad! He is the reason Rüya died, that I am alone with no mother!” Taurus just laughed. It was slow and satisfied, the kind of laugh that crawled under my skin and stayed there. “Yes,” he said softly, tilting his massive head. “There it is.” His eyes burned brighter, reflecting something ugly and familiar inside me. “Hate feels good, doesn’t it?” My chest tightened. He took a step closer, hooves cracking the stone beneath him, but he didn’t raise his weapon. “It’s warm and contagious,” he continued, with his voice smooth and coaxing. “Let it fuel you, lit up your path”

Hot tears spilled over “I hate you Taurus! I hate my dad! He is the reason Rüya died, that I am alone with no mother!” Taurus just laughed. It was slow and satisfied, the kind of laugh that crawled under my skin and stayed there. “Yes,” he said softly, tilting his massive head. “There it is.” His eyes burned brighter, reflecting something ugly and familiar inside me. “Hate feels good, doesn’t it?” My chest tightened. He took a step closer, hooves cracking the stone beneath him, but he didn’t raise his weapon. “It’s warm and contagious,” he continued, with his voice smooth and coaxing. “Let it fuel you, lit up your path”

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

Whispers, filled with hatred and despair, echoed in their minds, a psychic assault designed to break them. Maya felt a cold dread grip her heart as Xol'thul loomed before them. The sheer malevolent energy radiating from the entity threatened to consume them whole. Whispers, a cacophony of hate and despair, flooded her mind, insidious tendrils attempting to unravel her resolve.