Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

damn girl you do make a great friend Lee. I laughed and followed him to the room. He stopped and said if we are doing this as friends then we are not playing a guessing game. He pulled a box from under his bed and he said these are all the things I like pick what you want. He took off his shirt Layn was one of those cute polo looking men blonde hair muscular green eyes. He had a tattoo on his side, I smiled and said what’s the tattoo. He gave me a serious look and said how you don’t talk about your life we don’t talk about this. I smiled and said noted I was fine not sharing. He went on to say I don’t like biting or nipple pinching. He made eye contact and then said ass play either. I looke

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.

“You need to focus on the strong. On the future. On what’s right in front of you.” Her touch burned, not with desire, but with revulsion. Her words were daggers, twisting the knife of his guilt and despair. *Fragile. Break. Not built for our world.* Each syllable was a desecration of Novah’s memory, a justification for Loveth’s own poisonous actions. The numbness fractured, replaced by a surge of icy fury so potent it momentarily stole his breath.

He finally said,breaking the silence in the brightly lit room with his vile words. My eyes darted from my dress to his blue eyes. I dragged myself from the floor holding my gown together. What I felt at the very moment was what I had never felt for anyone in my entire life. Hate. Hate and enmity welled up in my heart, fury itself burning me up. It burned in so deep that it was ingrained in my tissues. Then disgust set in. When I looked at him, my insides curdled like milk with lemon. He was the acid in what otherwise would be so heavenly. He revolted me.

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

More tears rolled down her angry stares. “What you did is no love. All that you have done to me is made out of pure hate, anger and greed. Evil! The lots of you! Tis’ not me you love. You have nothing but the throne in mind and betrayal towards me deep within your core. You are incapable of love. So many innocent lives are dead because of you. This is not love. You can never justify this as love.”

It was a parade of betrayal, each woman a mirror reflecting my own foolish hope. His words, sharp as broken glass, cut through the noise: "I am disgusted by the sight of you, Adrian. I wish we did not meet." They echoed in my skull, a hateful mantra. The way his eyes had looked at me, full of something I could not name, but which felt like pure loathing. How could the same person who once looked at me with such tenderness utter such cruelty?

He despised me. And nothing—no tears, no pleas, no carefully crafted words—could fix this. My vision blurred. “You know that I’ve loved you since we were young,” I whispered brokenly, reaching for him. Leo jerked back as if my touch repulsed him. His eyes, once filled with warmth when he looked at me, now held nothing but loathing. “You don’t love me,” he said, his voice raw with disgust. “You love control. You love manipulation. You love playing games.”

"I did not marry you for your money. I married you for love!" "Bullsh*t! Love does not exist and if you think I will love you then give it up. I am Max Easton. I'm cold, ruthless, and I will never love you." "I'll still love you despite your flaws. I don't care what kind of a person you are because I accept them. We are not perfect, Max. We both have some sort of demons in our life and love will persevere." "I'm not listening to this 'love' stupidity that you believe in. Do whatever you want then. Take note that I won't love you, Amber. Our marriage is just for convenience. My father saved your family from debt and you are the payment. Keep that in mind."

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock