Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to…don’t hate me, please. I only did what I had to do because of love…” “No…Hay, don’t say that,” I scoffed in disbelief, shaking my head. “This isn’t love. It’s… betrayal, deceit, manipulation! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have put me and everyone else around us through such turmoil. Our relationship was going smoothly. Everything was going well, Hay. I envisioned our future together but you chose to fucking ruin it! I’m ashamed of you...you should be ashamed of yourself.”

All those feelings attacked her relentlessly, breaking her spirit thoroughly. Hatred burned in her heart like a blazing fire, engulfing her rational and kindness. "I can't take this, I just can't! Why are you still thinking about her when she's married to another man and even his child? "Don't you find her filthy? Don't you find her disgusting? Her womb carried the baby of another man! Her body has been tainted!" Aurora's pain and sorrow melted into the darkness. She was completely lost in hatred and anger. The air hung heavy in the room, like a graveyard consumed by an air of hopelessness, making one feel suffocated.

I was expecting to see a guilty conscience on his face, but all I saw was an expression void of emotion "Do you know how much I pleaded for you to stop, did you listen?" "I could be pregnant you know" "Then you abort it," He said quickly like our baby is a curse "Why so fast Robert, do you hate me that much?" I asked walking closer to him "You have no ideas how much you disgust me" "For what exactly, why did you hate me so much?'' "You're so cheap, and filthy I can't even stand you" "Exactly so loving you is what you called cheap and filthy? choosing to love you sincerely even when you're nothing, is that what you called filthy?"

Right before his wedding to me, a rival had slipped a potent aphrodisiac into his and Giselle's drinks. They had woken up the next morning trapped in the same bed. He had intended to bury the secret forever, but the forbidden desire had wrapped itself around him like a venomous snake. Every time he returned home from Giselle's bed, he would look into my bright, trusting eyes and feel a wave of sickening guilt. He would swear to himself, "This is the last time, Jane. I swear this is the last time." But his self-control failed him again and again. Eventually, his guilt mutated into monstrous selfishness. He had genuinely believed that as long as I remained oblivious, he could comfortably keep

“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.

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."