Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

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But all I hear is the roaring in my ears. Xander hasn’t moved. That smug, predatory smile is still carved on his face, but his eyes… God, his eyes are burning. Gray storm clouds laced with triumph and something far more dangerous. “Mrs. Alexander Voss,” he repeats, tasting my future title like fine wine. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” I want to slap him. I want to scream. Instead, I lift my chin and let every ounce of fifteen years of hatred pour into my voice.

Not like it affected him, amidst his trouble and hate, he had his son to keep the warmth left in him. Adrian and Dubois took a stroll around then he said "If people hate you, that makes it better. Boundaries are set and they hate because they're not you." He said "That's part of the process of being powerful" he smiled Adrian nodded. Though Adrian was taught every possible mean of destroying a man but he couldn't bring himself to do it even though others did it without stress. Cassian's fist connected to Adrian's face when he had stopped him from hitting an older man

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

He wrapped his hand around my neck, tightly gripping, enough for me to wince and gulp for easier breath; he didn't care though, he wanted this. "You ever pull somethin like that again, I ain't gonna hesitate to do worse, you got that?" He asked, sternly. My eyes began to well up with tears, I don't know why I was crying but I felt exhausted and traumatised, that was probably why I felt so distraught. He seemed to notice as he looked in to my eyes, frowning almost as his grip loosened around my neck, he opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, staying quiet. I watched as he glanced down at my lips, his face was close enough for me to feel his breath fan against my lips; tha

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

🪷ISORA🪷 I nodded against the pillow. "Say it with your mouth." "I will be a good girl." The words came out breathy and I hated how much I meant them. I wanted to be good for him. Adrian started talking, his voice low and even, like he was reading from a book that had been written a long time ago. "Two boys were born into a family. Their father was the Alpha, and he loved the younger one more than the older one. The twin who was not loved harbored hatred in his heart. It grew there for years, fed by every look their father gave the other boy, every word of praise, every moment of attention."

But I know they’re there, beneath those jet-black sticky strands that threaten to hide the mark across his right eye. “You need to leave this country, Heidi,” he breathes out. “Cut all ties with us.” I shake my head, then I take a cautious step. “But why, what exactly is happening?” Zavere blows air to force hair from his lips before resting his head on the rim. His panting slowly dies down as he speaks with a lazy tone. “Where Hunter and I come from… it is the nightmare of your kind—a terror to all living things. Violence, war, and death are our entities of fun.” I take another pace. “Once you enter, you either sink or be crushed…” Two more steps. “…to dust.” Another st― “Don’t come close,