Novel & Cerita Twisted Hate Free Download

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

That smirk on his face… God, how I wished I could slap it clean off. “Young women these days,” he said with a shake of his head, his voice laced with contempt, “always defensive ,always playing the victim, even when they know they’re wrong. Look around you. You do know how sensitive the world is right now, don’t you? How dangerous it is to defend someone who could be seen as a potential groomer?” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “An aspiring lawyer, and this is the hill you choose to die on? What a disappointment.”

My breathing was still rough. “Because you are mine. You belonged to me, and they touched you. I hated it when people did this kind of thing. They shouldn’t touch someone else’s woman. I destroyed Brad Watson because he disrespected you, and that bastard Jacob is on the road for what he did to you.”

I've been fucked since the first time I'd laid eyes on her. After her speech ended,someone helped her down the podium and they kissed, fervently. At that moment,it was as if something flickered inside my head. What the actual fuck! I take back what I said that she deserved someone else. There's no way I'll allow my Sophia be with anyone else. It suddenly didn't matter if I was fucked-up. It didn't matter if I've got a twisted past. I could make her stay with me, willingly. Women loves material things.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

, 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".

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

“You don’t fool me anymore, Alex Volkov. I’ve been thinking about it, the way you noticed all those things about me. How you agreed to look after me, even though you could’ve said no. How you stayed in to watch those movies with me when you thought I was upset and let me stay the night in your bed after I fell asleep. And I’ve come to a conclusion. You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.” I tightened my grip on her, equal parts furious and turned on by her foolish, stubborn goodness. “What did I tell you about romanticizing me?”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oerowoseo eotteokae (I’m lonely, what do I do? Miummajeo samkyeosseo (So I swallowed up even the hate) Hwanael himdo eopseo (I have no strength to get mad) Iyudo eopgo (No reason either) Maeumeul deoreopijima (So don’t taint your heart) Tarakagien ajik illeo (It’s too early to be corrupt) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *