Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

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

She had done that countless times, after all she once considered her a friend but that era was over. “Do you think the world revolves around you, Miss Whore?” She asked scornfully as she rolled her eyes disdainfully. Mirabel gritted her teeth in annoyance as her eyes reddened in anger. She stood up instantly as her palm landed on Emilia's cheeks. Emilia wasn't expecting the sudden attack as she staggered backwards from the impact. “That's exactly how a whore behaves, you uncultured fool.” Emilia chuckled softly as she wiped off the blood from her cracked lips. In the twinkle of an eye, she lifted her hand as it made its way to Mirabel’s cheek.

she whispered, every word dripping with teasing intent. Malik watched them, a quiet observer, as the subtle tension between desire and jealousy wrapped around all three of them. Imani’s pulse raced—not just from Zariah’s teasing, but from the way Malik’s steady presence, quiet intensity, and restrained fire amplified every sensation. The space between them was electric, charged with anticipation, desire, and intimacy, and she knew—tonight, everything would stretch further.

she whispered. Andres’ eyes burned into hers. “No. I’m honest. And you hate me for it because it makes you feel.” Her lips trembled, her heart racing. “I hate you.” He smiled faintly, his voice low. “Then kiss me. Hate me all you want. But kiss me.” The words hung between them, heavy, daring. Ainara’s breath came uneven, her fury tangled with desire. She wanted to scream, to run, but instead she found herself leaning in, her lips brushing his.

He tastes the air with a forked tongue, his fangs dripping venom that sizzles on the ground. "Witch," he hisses, his voice like poisoned honey. "I sssmell you. Ripe and ready. Come down, and I'll make it quick. Breed my heirs, and perhapsss you'll live." Breed? My stomach twists. This one's different, he is cold and hateful. There's no pretense of "worthy mate." Just a tool for his twisted needs. "Piss off, you scaly twat!" I shout, loosing the arrow. It flies true, empowered by a gust charm, slamming into his shoulder.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

When his eyes settled on mine, they turned ice cold, and I almost shivered under his stare. “I’m looking forward to seeing how you’ll try to pull away when I kiss you.” His voice was a low and cold sneer. “Unlike Kai and Xavier, I don’t bother pretending I care. I just like to break things.” My stomach churned at the bitterness in his voice. There was no joke in his words, just pure, calculated hate. He wasn’t like Xavier, who made his cruelty obvious. Zade’s hate was colder, sharper, and just as painful. Maybe even worse.

I gasped for air, trying to comprehend the things happening around me at that second, and refusing to believe any of it. "I hate you! I hate you so much! You killed my baby! You killed her! How could you do this, Greval! How could you be so cruel!" she screamed with so much pain in her voice, piercing into my heart. I shut my eyes as I wrapped her around my arms. She kept on trying to push me away but I ignored all of it. I hugged so tight, almost crashing her body. Her painful sobs echoed around the room, breaking my heart into million pieces. I was shaking but her body was shaking more miserably. I could feel her wrath, pain, hatred... All of her emotions... and it is killing me right at t

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.