Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

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"

But there was no kindness left in his eyes, only hatred and the twisted excitement of someone about to kill. The sky was darkening, and thunder rumbled all around us. I had never seen such fierce winds. The air tasted salty, so I guessed we were on a small island… probably a private one. He yelled as he questioned me, "You… Your sight's back, isn't it!" There was no point pretending now. I barely had any strength left, so I looked him straight in the eye and nodded calmly, "Yes. So, I'm not your daughter anymore, right?"

“You destroyed Matteo. And you destroyed me.” “Destroyed?” He laughed, low and sharp, the sound reverberating in the room like a blade dragging over stone. “No, my daughter. I created you. Every scar, every wound, every ounce of hatred—you are mine. And that is what will ultimately kill you.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, a man who thought he was untouchable, firmly believing his darkness would always claim me. Nikolai’s POV

, 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".

“So, that’s what went down with the witches and werewolves. Because of one person’s mistake, death had been abundant. The desire to crave power and curate it for selfish reasons had made everything a disaster and a nightmare. The witches had to be abolished from our pack, and the one who remained had to go far away from us.” Clarissa rested her hand on his thigh, with the book in between them. “Does it make you sad?” She asked quietly. He laughed slightly. “You’re so cured, baby. Why should I be sad? There is nothing that would make me sad actually. Everything should go how it should. There should be a moment. I don’t think anything is reversible now. It’s best that we all stay in the same l

Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

"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.

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…"

I endured my dad's punches and kicks as my mind drifted to my previous life. It had been the same back then. When Estel poisoned me, I had begged our parents to take me to the hospital. However, they locked me up instead. They watched coldly as I slowly lost my life. I could never understand why, even though I was their daughter too, they always favored Estel. We were twins, yet Estel got new clothes and attended good schools, while I wore hand-me-downs and worked tirelessly for her.

She went to her mother's ward and hugged her. “Why? Why do they hate me so much?” Lauren Sob. “They have too much money and helping me won't cost them anything, but they won't do it” Lauren mumbled. “They always treat us like trash and will never consider us as part of the family. They just hate us,” Lauren said. “I can't wait for you to be well, mum, so i can leave that house” She raised her head and stared at her mum whose eyes were closed. Lauren sighed and held her mother's hand.