Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

I snapped back. Yes, Daniel could be incredibly conceited—but I had to admit, he was the more likeable twin. Still, he didn’t have to throw it in my face. “Whatever she sees in me, it’s not in you, bastard,” he growled. My blood boiled. My patience snapped. “I fucking hate you! I wish I never had a twin. And if I had to, I wouldn’t want someone like you,” I spat. He stared at me, shock and pain flickering across his face.

“You wanted to shame us. Instead, you made us legends.” Aurora, breathless and glowing beside her, smiled softly. “We’re still here. Still fucking. Still yours.” The stream broke every record. Later that night in their bed, the sisters lay facing each other, bodies still warm and marked. Aurora traced a finger through a drying trail of milk on Sophia’s breast. “The world hates us… and wants us,” she whispered. Sophia smiled, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. “Good. Let them watch. Let them burn with us.”

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

The raw, animalistic rage pouring out of him was suffocating, but I couldn’t stop myself from pushing further. “And what about you?” I shot back, my voice trembling but determined. “What’s the difference between that and what they wanted?” His head snapped toward me, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “The difference, Ptichka,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper, “is that I won’t let you break. I won’t let anyone destroy you. Not even yourself. You belong to me now, and I don’t share. Not with anyone.” He leaned in close again, his presence swallowing me whole. “You hate me? Good. Hold on to that hate. Let it keep you warm. Because hate is the only thing that’ll keep you alive in my world.”

My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed. “I still don't understand how he could be walking free. How everything could go back to being normal after he did what he did. We loved him,” my depression was slowly paving way to anger and maybe anger was a little bit better than what I was feeling right now. My fist clenched slightly. “He's running my family affairs and finances like everything is normal. He doesn't deserve to be there. He doesn't even deserve to be alive,” I scoffed. “You said you were planning revenge.

Isabel inquired. As she grinned. “I think I know the right man for the job.” * * * * * * * * * * * THE WEREWOLF’S CRIB Alpha Titus was aware that there was just a thin line separating love and hatred. Love had never been his thing; he stopped believing in it after witnessing the tragic death of his parents two years ago by the hunters. He desires vengeance, and he is willing to go to any length to exact the revenge he so desperately seeks.

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

Funnily enough, I can touch someone but if I have any body's hands on me,it would lead to a panick attack. That doesn't mean I don't fuck. I fuck a lot but I enjoy kinky fuckery. I love to tie up women and take them. I didn't want innocent girls who liked tender kisses and gentle lovemaking or romantic candlelight dinner...bla...bla bla. I wanted it rough...dirty...dark. I want to hurt them. I want them begging... crying... screaming. As much as I love to fuck. I also love to kill. Many people kill for so many reasons.

I don’t know what he is talking about, but I can see it something terrible. "I wasn't even the whisper in your thoughts, yet you were the screaming in my mind," his voice was heavy, and I tried to find some emotions into those sockets. "Don't even think that I'll be that fool again who loved a hag-like you. Because now I don't love you......I hate you" he said so sternly, and a tear escaped my eye because of his tight hold on my hand. "I hate you so much that neither words can witness, nor you can guess" he was stubborn as he stared back into my eyes with so much hate.

A twisted smile crept upon the leader's lips as he responded, his voice laced with venomous confidence, "We shall exploit her love for her pack. We shall set a trap—a decoy that will lure her into our clutches. Their union should be spat upon. She was supposed to be with someone better. Someone like me. Once she is within our grasp, we shall have her blood and our victory." The chilling plan hung heavy in the air as the Black Wolves reveled in the anticipation of their impending triumph. Their dark desires and thirst for power united them in this unholy purpose. With their weapons of hunting, forged by a blend of dark magic and ancient rituals, they were prepared to lay waste to any who stoo