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A man so close to Vladimir must share more than loyalty, perhaps even friendship. "So, you show me respect only because of your closeness to the Alpha?" I pressed. Craig’s gaze remained firm on the road. "No. I lived through the invasion, as did everyone else. The Risemoon pack wounded us deeply. The sight of you still stirs that wound. My blood does boil in your presence, yes, but yours boils just as fiercely when you see us. Old scars, fresh scars. They are no different. To hurl hatred would only reflect what I don’t wish to see mirrored back. Respect, at least, is fair."

"Yеѕ Sіr, but іn my heart, I knоw what I ѕау іѕ truе. You are a ѕtrаngе mаn, but a good mаn Sir. I dо not bеlіеvе that you wоuld waste уоur tіmе wіth hatred аѕ I hаvе. Juѕt look whеrе іt got me. "Are you familiar wіth Sylvia Tоwnѕеnd Wаrnеr, Sіr?" Nоt аt аll Puppy." . In hеr dіаrу ѕhе wrоtе in раrt. "One саnnоt оvеrеѕtіmаtе the роwеr of a gооd rаnсоrоuѕ hаtrеd оn thе part of the ѕtuріd." "Thе ѕtuріd hаvе so muсh mоrе іnduѕtrу аnd еnеrgу tо еxреnd оn hating."

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Simple. She shrugged, folding her arms, unsatisfied. ‘I want to do the dance with you,’ ‘Well, you can’t.’ He responded, pushing her out of the way with a little force and walked away. Stacy took a moment to digest the attitude he just gave her. She fumed. No way was he seriously doing that after she had slept with him, and she even deliberately failed her exams last year so she could repeat and be in the same class this year. She knew Jace had no interest in her, but she did and she would get him at all cost so far as his mother supported her.

* *For a man who claims to want distance, you sure do spend a lot of time making sure I know exactly where I stand. He exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers to his temple. She was right. That was the worst part. She was **always** right. And no matter how hard he tried to push her away… She just kept **pushing back**. And he was running out of ways to fight it.

Alex's entourage were enraged and they immediately burst out into the cold voice. Alex squinted his eyes as his gaze narrowed dangerously. "So you all are a bunch of stupid bandits? Get the fuck out of my face or you won't be able to leave anymore." Alex said coldly. "Hahaha" "What did this stupid human say? We won't be able to leave anymore even if we wanted to." "Hehe, it seems he wants to die." The five robes men were enraged and they mocked among themselves as they eyed Alex and his group. "Are you handing over or we should kill you all before collecting everything?" The short, burly man among the dark robe men suddenly groaned coldly.

"How can someone do this to their own child? All you people care about are curses and harming your children, so why let them live? An evil county like this deserves to burn." "As he said this, Nathaniel suddenly moved and his cold eyes were scarlet once again. He looked as if he had claws of his own, threatening to tear anything in front of him to pieces." "His endless hatred was like a tornado, showing no mercy to anyone that came in the way." Bettany felt as if her heart was about to stop beating. "She knew about Nathaniel's hatred for Nanny Zhang and poison, but this was still the fate of the Zhang family."

I mean, he deserved to be called that and much more right? So why then did I feel the stupid feeling of pain consume me when I heard her call him that? " I do not know... but this sounds exactly like the story I had been seeing circulating all over the internet lately, about the famous Xander Weston and his one year wife..... thought it was absurd seeing it,but definitely has to be crazy that I found someone relate to it now...you know the Weston's right?" She said while chuckling dryly as her eyes seemed to widen again in realization, that I had thought it was going to bulge out.