Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

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.

Twist , poke , Twist . I really couldn't believe that my own brother would remain silent when someone was hollering insults behind my back . But the reality was right in front of me , I was so upset that I shook with the force of my anger and resentment . To think I felt sorry for this asshole minutes ago ! Goddamn Chris , just go to hell !

Sick of him, sick of this life, what next To love and to cherish? This was the real kicker. The punchline to Hades’s twisted joke. Love him? She hated him. She hated his guts, his arrogance, his casual cruelty. And yet… there was that something. That raw, primal attraction that made her insides clench, made her breath catch, made her want to arch into his touch even as her mind screamed for escape.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

So why kill all these people? I didn’t understand. But a violent, vicious hate grew within me. A dark hate. A deep hate. I would heal. And I would return. And then I would down Alpha Sylar myself. And I would avenge ALL these people. Every last one of them. Alpha Skylar would pay for this.

They laughed as they hit him one last time, leaving him half-lifeless on the floor. Marcus's body raced with humiliation, hurt, and anger. He needed to get the money and fast, He crawled, reaching for his phone on the desk, his mind racing with revenge. "I changed my mind," he struggled to speak. "Put the plan in motion to kidnap the kids now. He staggered as he tried to stand up “Let's see if the Sinclairs really care about their little twin."

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.”

She had put her heart into decorating the house. Penelope moved around and saw the pictures hanging on the wall. Hailey, her husband, and their 2 children. She admiringly looked at them. “They are identical twins!” She surprisingly said. “I’m a twin too. I have a brother. Shaun.” She smiled. “Woah.” Penelope grinned widely. “I don’t know why but I like twins so much.” She clapped her hands in excitement. "Would you like some tea?" Asked Hailey as she walked towards the kitchen.

Hate for the hand I was dealt. I watched as the tornado tore through the trees, destroying everything in its path. I couldn’t take it back but I could control where it went. I made sure it went outside pack borders where no one would get hurt. I stood in the small clearing, watching as my fear, anger, and hate demolished the earth. The rogues had no idea how dangerous I really was and the ones that did weren’t alive to tell the tale. I would bring hell to them. I would rain death and destruction upon them and smile while doing so. You don’t fuck with the people I love and get away with it.

she sneered. Her twisted words seemed to hang in the thick, musty air, lingering like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate. They echoed softly, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, filling the space with a dark, venomous promise. It was as if her voice itself carried the weight of her hatred, every syllable sharpened by her resentment. Loleng felt the power of her own spite surge within her, fueling her resolve. For years, she had harbored this bitter fire, allowing it to fester and grow, until vengeance became as much a part of her as her very blood. Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life.