Twisted Hate Audiobook Novels & Stories

I breathed, the words barely audible. "Hate is fine," he replied, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Indifference would be a problem. Hate is passionate. Hate is memorable." He released my chin with a sharp, final movement, turning back to his desk to pick up a glass of amber liquid. He took a slow sip, his eyes tracking my every movement as if I were a wild animal he was deciding whether to tame or crush.

I was not entirely successful. The lecture was fine. I retained maybe forty percent of it because the other sixty percent of my brain was occupied with frost blue eyes and a question I had been turning over since yesterday. Whether I was actually going to do it. Whether I was going to take the challenge he had dropped on me right there in my bedroom while his hand was inside me and Jaxon was at the bottom of the stairs. Make him hate me. The idea of it felt ridiculous and also, quietly, terrifying. I was walking the hallway toward my next class with my phone in my hand, checking it for the fourth time since I sat down in my last lecture, when I heard my name.

"I was very young when I was bit. I never served my sire, but I did always feel him. He was alive in the shadows, almost like if he only reached out, he would touch me. It was a constant battle, but I had a sister I loved dearly. My begotten sibling. The only family I would die for. She was my all, and she was a human. I couldn't transition. I resisted the urge for seven years. As though that wasn't enough, as though all the pain I had struggled wasn't enough, she died in my arms. She was my last straw. She was my anchor. She held my ship from its wreckage. Oh, she kept me from sinking. But that resistance found a strong support the moment she died. I drank her blood, and I became the strong

I take a deep breath as I feel the sand under my feet. I couldn't help but think of what this meant, he didn't want to be friends, and I didn't want to be together…so where did that leave us? Then this crazy, crazy explanation for this meltdown he had right after I told him I hated him. Well, whatever that was… I'd have to ask my uncle about those Haida stories about people shifting into creatures…but then again they are just ‘made up’ stories— I just couldn't shake those horrific sounds, Kol in pain and him telling me to shoot to kill him. It all didn't make any sense.

"That truly is none of your business." My head ached and my heart twisted. I tipped my chin. "Don't come crawling to me afterwards. Ever." "I think you're the one who did the crawling, dorogoy." Geoff: Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. I keep saying that to her in my head, but I can't stand it when she tells me that she hates me. And with those college letters....it is better if she hates me. It's better if she stares at me with hate rather than with love. It's better that way before my need for her chokes me.

He looks hawkish, his shrewd eyes surveying the scene before him and judging us all in the worst possible light. As his eyes find mine, the snarl on his face reminds me so much of Clancy that my stomach rolls with disgust, even before he says, “It doesn’t matter, son, the little hybrid queen couldn’t have done us any damage. We are coven.” “What a racist prick,” Hawthorne swears softly under his breath, his face turned away from the coven leader and towards me as he adds silently, mind to mind, “I always hated him. His opinions disgust me”

She spat bitterly. “Terrible! Terrible person you’ve grown up to be. Speak less of things that you know nothing about. Talitha and Hades' romance is a gift to reunite both kinds. Wolves and Witches are in harmony more than anytime in history so why do you want to revisit an awful past and create more anarchy over good.” I fired back looking her in the eye. How can she have so much hate for Wolves but yet she’s married to Xander Hades's spawn it doesn’t add up? Her hate for the Wolves, and her contempt for Talitha who in fact is Xander’s mother, how can one marry who they hate or is there an ulterior motive?

Sarah's chеst hеavеd with thе forcе of hеr еmotions, a maеlstrom of angеr and hеartbrеak swirling within hеr, a storm of cataclysmic proportions that thrеatеnеd to tеar hеr asundеr. "And what about mе?" shе dеmandеd, hеr voicе cracking with thе wеight of hеr sorrow, stripping hеr of thе last vеstigеs of hеr fragilе composurе. "You don’t carе if I havе a nееd or anything.."

His entire body was braced, his eyes dark with resentment. He hated me. He always had. But that was the thing about hate—it was just love turned inside out. And love, twisted the right way, could be a very dangerous thing. I inhaled slowly, then exhaled. Controlled. Measured. Then I spoke. “I’ve been unfair to you.” Raiden blinked, clearly not expecting that. His hands clenched into fists against his knees. Good. Let the confusion settle in. Let him question. Let him listen.

Which translates to “I hate your guts and you hate my guts, so this arrangement can't work.” “Last time, I checked that it wasn't your choice to make. I'm the Alpha of this pack, you're in my pack and whatever I say goes, so deal with it.” “Like hell I will! You really think that I'm going to agree to stay here with you devils for 2 years or whenever time the council comes to their fucking sense?! You faggots are dumber than I thought.” Audible gasps were heard from every angle and a sly smirk tug my lips upward. But what happened next shocked me.