Twisted Hate Novels & Stories

Given what my elitist family did to him I don’t blame him so much for being against the royals, sorry Nova” “No I get it. I am seeing a whole new side of the man today” I explain “I think he’s a vulnerable man whose been exploited for others gain. In a way he is just another victim. Oh god, what if this gets a to a point where I feel sorry for the creepy twins?” “The creepy twins?” Tilly asks with raised eyebrows. “Do you mean the Eldridge sisters? Don’t ever feel sorry for those two. They are just bad witches. They kill small animals for fun and start fires.”

Twisted everything like they always do. I choke out a sound, half laugh, half growl. My heart pounds so hard it hurts, a dull thunder against my ribs. I stand, the paper trembling in my hands, and slam it shut. Fury shoots through me, white hot, blinding. Someone did this. Someone wanted us broken. Wanted her to look at me with hate instead of love.

There is something about hating someone. The one doing the hating often gets more hurt than the person hated. Hatred gives you emotional pain, it punishes your heart and makes you bitter, clouding your sense of judgement. Velda was bitter, always vicious, and bloodthirsty from a tender age. She was the twin of Alcinder's Father. She felt betrayed and unloved by her parents. She felt invincible. Velda became rebellious believing that she wasn't allowed to be Alpha because she was female.

"I was very young when I was bit. I never served my sire, but I did always feel him. He was alive in the shadows, almost like if he only reached out, he would touch me. It was a constant battle, but I had a sister I loved dearly. My begotten sibling. The only family I would die for. She was my all, and she was a human. I couldn't transition. I resisted the urge for seven years. As though that wasn't enough, as though all the pain I had struggled wasn't enough, she died in my arms. She was my last straw. She was my anchor. She held my ship from its wreckage. Oh, she kept me from sinking. But that resistance found a strong support the moment she died. I drank her blood, and I became the strong

The Twins watched all the news articles they could find on the couple and their eyes locked greedily on the beautiful English Grand Don, ‘Enjoy your free time pretty bitch soon we will have you caged just as all wild bitches should be. They made their plans to snatch her, they were not interested in her family their obsession was with her, she was beautiful and wild, untameable they had heard. The Twins told each other it was revenge for her killing their cousin Miguel but both men knew what was a lie when they looked at her it was with lust-fueled eyes. They could not wait to get their hands on her so they could strip her naked and expend all their perverted lust on her body. The Twins were

And to those still hesitant, he offered a warning. "If you're not with me, you're against me. And if you’re against me... I don't keep repulsive pets." One by one, they give in. Some needed bribes. Some needed blackmail. But in the end, they all turned their backs to Oliver. And when the last one fell, Jake unveiled his new empire. ATARDECIDIDA. The organization that would erase Twilight from existence.

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

He sucks and licks the skin on my neck , marking as I groan with satisfaction . “You hate this as much as I do” he mumbles against my skin , his voice rough, vibrating hot against my skin. “I hate you” I gasp, my hands landing on the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. I wasn’t supposed to be kissing this bitch, craving and touching him. Responding to his touch was surrendering. But 2 weeks deep into a 30 day isolation with a man, can make a grown woman lose her senses.

Instead, I looked past Jace and his juvenile whining, meeting the eyes of every player on the team one by one. Tyler Costa. Marcus Rodriguez. Donovan Hayes. The offensive line, the receivers and the defense. I’d spent a long time studying their plays, so long that I knew all their abilities like the back of my hand. They all stared back at me with varying degrees of hostility. Some glared outright while others just looked uncomfortable, like they wanted to be anywhere but here. They hated me, that much was obvious. But here's the thing about hate; it's loud and passionate and powerful but at the end of the day, it is completely irrelevant when there's something far, far more important at sta

That smirk on his face… God, how I wished I could slap it clean off. “Young women these days,” he said with a shake of his head, his voice laced with contempt, “always defensive ,always playing the victim, even when they know they’re wrong. Look around you. You do know how sensitive the world is right now, don’t you? How dangerous it is to defend someone who could be seen as a potential groomer?” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “An aspiring lawyer, and this is the hill you choose to die on? What a disappointment.”