Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

He couldn't look me in the eyes. "Then why didn't you defend yourself? Was there any evidence that explains their death that links to you?" I stared at him, feeling edgy at his sufferings. Theo sighed heavily, his body became rigid as he raised his eyes to look at me, "They were massacred by a cult that I joined a long time ago.The dwellers controlled by the Twins Draco and Drake who had a joint name, seven" He revealed and gulped. My heart accelerated abnormally as it all clicked. All that Kylie said was true. How cruel can fate be? ？

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

“That’s not hate, babe. That's an obsession. I mean, seriously, he gets with your ex-wife and practically pampers Kaiden like he’s some fragile treasure? That’s not a vendetta. That’s… a twisted crush.” He shot me a dry look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not,” I said, still grinning despite the pain. “You’re telling me he targets the people you love, the people you’ve touched, as if he’s trying to replace you—or worse, become you. That’s not hate. That’s infatuation dipped in rage.” He exhaled harshly, standing to pace for a moment before turning back toward me. “It’s hate, Sage. Pure and unfiltered. He wants me to suffer. He wants to destroy me.”

“You’re a sick, twisted controlling freak and I hope you die! You are never man enough to apologize forr the things you’ve done to me, the years of abuse, yet you always fucking hound me like I’m your possession! I hate you, I fucking hate you and if your death wouldn’t rip me into two separate halves right now, I would fucking kill you with my bare hands.” How could he do this to me? Why was he such a selfish pig? I could feel my head emptying, my knees going weak with longing as my soul craved for its mate. Every bad word I hurled at him affected me right in the center of my heart, cutting me as deep as it was cutting him. My body violently fought against my heart, wanting to throw itself

I swing my hand to slap him, but he catches my hand, his eyes locking on mine. “or what? mmh?” what are you going to do now that I have pissed you off? Now that I have hurt you like this?” “why?” I hate how broken I sound. “why do you find joy in seeing me hurt?” His eyes narrow, clearing, and the hate I see is clear as day. “because I can't stand you. I loathe you.” “was this all a joke? What kind of twisted game are you playing?” His smirk is deterring. “if I start playing twisted games, you won't survive, little wolf.”

I asked. Again he shook his head. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. "You are the queen of the dark witches." He mumbled. "Exactly, now that group behind me I know you see two of the boys are twins but look a little closer and you will see that they are my brothers." I seethed. His eyes widened when it finally dawned on him. "Is there a problem with my little brother being gay?" I asked. "N-no." He stuttered. "If I ever hear that shit come from your mouth or anyone elses mouth I will rip your tongue out and shove it up your ass. You have no right to judge others. Keep your nose on your face and out of other peoples business." I growled. I didn't give him a chance to say anything before I stood

Her hands held onto the thin fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket. “Wait!” She yells as a grumpy, animated look takes over her face. “I don't miss you! I hate you! Even if you smell good, I still hate you.” She pushes off of his chest and pokes a finger at him. “Hate you.” She pokes her finger into his chest as she speaks. Within seconds of telling Kol she hated him she turns on her heels and loses balance, falling to the floor and landing flat on her ass in the middle of the crowd of people.

How will I not do it again? "Duh, who wants to suffer like that of course if it is me I don't like that would happen again besides I don't know why did I suddenly feel like that. I felt like I am tortured and dying slowly, why in world did that happen anyway?" Like I'm suffering from an unknown illness. "You understand what mate means right?" Dustin ask. "Yeah, I guess why?" That is a bond between two wolves. "If a werewolf find its mate and the other one didn't accept the bond and mark others as their mate the real mate suffers a lot" he explained.

“Oh I'm sorry, did you somehow forget the part where he hates our guts. That man would rather die than breathe the same oxygen as us and you thought it was a good idea to orchestrate the whole thing because of a hunch? Have the screws in your head finally come undone, old man?!” The room fell into a deafening silence and I could visibly see the light drain from his eyes at the hostility of my words. I've never raised my voice at him, not once in all the years I've known him. “I'm sorry, Troy,” I ran my hands over my face and cold shame sat in my bones as the color in the eyes didn't brighten. “It's just…when I think of anyone from the Blackstone pack, hatred is the first thing that comes to

The fact that he was trying to justify his dirty deed made me scrunch my face in disgust. "You got me fired on purpose for your selfish needs and just when I was desperate for a job, you tried to lure me with this fake job advertisement to become your partner and help you out. This was all a fucking plan. Fuck!" I let out a dry laugh, as the realisation sunk in and ran my hands through my hair in frustration and anger, "I must say, well played. God, you know what? You are the most selfish and arrogant person I have ever met. Stay the fuck out of my life," I shouted and walked outside, slamming the door shut behind me and rushed towards the nearest washroom to throw up.