Twisted Hate Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

He sucks and licks the skin on my neck , marking as I groan with satisfaction . “You hate this as much as I do” he mumbles against my skin , his voice rough, vibrating hot against my skin. “I hate you” I gasp, my hands landing on the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. I wasn’t supposed to be kissing this bitch, craving and touching him. Responding to his touch was surrendering. But 2 weeks deep into a 30 day isolation with a man, can make a grown woman lose her senses.

The raw, animalistic rage pouring out of him was suffocating, but I couldn’t stop myself from pushing further. “And what about you?” I shot back, my voice trembling but determined. “What’s the difference between that and what they wanted?” His head snapped toward me, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “The difference, Ptichka,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper, “is that I won’t let you break. I won’t let anyone destroy you. Not even yourself. You belong to me now, and I don’t share. Not with anyone.” He leaned in close again, his presence swallowing me whole. “You hate me? Good. Hold on to that hate. Let it keep you warm. Because hate is the only thing that’ll keep you alive in my world.”

I threw the abortion report from the Healer in their faces and had the guards throw them out. After reading the report and confirming that I had truly aborted the only heir of the Twilight pack, the Ackhursts completely lost their minds. They momentarily dropped their fear of Dad's authority and stood outside the gates of the Bloodmoon pack. There, they cursed me for being ungrateful and disloyal. Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…"

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, realizing how much of a jerk he had been when they met. Recalling he had insisted she resign when she was only trying to patch her life together made him hate himself the more. Immediately he stepped into the vehicle, Raphael's call came in, and he immediately swiped the receive icon. “We found her. She never left the company.” Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief as he heard Raphael's words, but the relief didn't last long as he heard his concluding words. “She was found unconscious.”

His whole body was trembling. "So, Mr. Adrian Alan Johnson, now you know that I was right?" The voice inside his head was alive again. "I... She... she hates me," Adrian said in a painful voice, crying. “ I know. I always knew. What did you think? That she'd just forgive you and you can be at peace? Poor Adrian. You still think you deserve to be at peace, huh?” The voice inside his head was getting stronger. Adrian didn't answer. He started rubbing one of his hands with the other, frantically trying to soothe his racing heartbeat. He suddenly stood up and ran toward the drawer, searching for the whiskey bottle.

You're probably the one who snitched! "You ruined everything for this family! What sin did I commit to raise someone like you? I should've drowned you in the river when you were born!" My dad grew more and more agitated. He even stood up as if he were about to lunge at me. But before he could move, Simon kicked him viciously. Simon grabbed my dad's hair with surprising strength. His expression was cold as he slapped him twice across the face. "I told you, Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest. Show her some respect. And let me make it clear—we already checked Ms. Esmeray's phone.

They laughed as they hit him one last time, leaving him half-lifeless on the floor. Marcus's body raced with humiliation, hurt, and anger. He needed to get the money and fast, He crawled, reaching for his phone on the desk, his mind racing with revenge. "I changed my mind," he struggled to speak. "Put the plan in motion to kidnap the kids now. He staggered as he tried to stand up “Let's see if the Sinclairs really care about their little twin."

Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

Dion laughed aloud clearly exaggerating. I stood not far from them with my arms folded as I watched carefully, a part of me was hoping nothing happened because I completely hated violence. "I really hope Jason beats his ass again" I heard Austin say as he watched them too. I looked up at him confused "but isn't Dion like... a part of you guys?" I asked as they were all jocks. I thought they'd all be besties. "Dion is an outcast in my world. I hate the prick. You'll hate him soon too" he answered before looking back at the two who were now just having a stare of.

Sienna’s jaw clenched. He leaned in, his lips brushing just below her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered, “is it from the cold… or is it from my touch?” Her stomach flipped violently. God, she hated him. “I hate you,” she bit out, but the words held no venom. Alessandro chuckled. Deep. Amused. Infuriating. “Liar.” His hands drifted lower, sliding over the curve of her waist. Then lower. Resting at the base of her ass.