Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

“Then, just believe me when I say that the less you know, the safer it is for you. All you need to know right now is that this stays between us and my father needs to believe we still hate each other. Got it?” “Yes,” I reply. I furrow my eyebrows and ask, “Can I see, again?” I catch the shame that flashes in his eyes and he says, “I don’t want you to look at them.” “Why not?” I ask. “Because they’re ugly and disturbing and it’s the part of me I hate most,” he answers. “I don’t hate any part of you. I hate the man that put them there and I hate that you had to go through that but I don’t hate the scars, and I don’t think they’re ugly either.” He searches my eyes for something and then without

You big shit. I see he's going up pressure. His breathing becomes faster and faster. I hurt and belittled him. While he is in love with me. Now it's certain, he's going to rape me. Do. not. cry. Do not Cry. Do not Cry. I just hope I managed to win one much time. << Dirty whore. You're just a dirty whore. - A whore would at least accept to sleep with you for a fee silver. It's not my case. I'm just an escort. Silly. »

He was so infuriated but he had to calm down and see how everything would play out. He was infuriated when he found out that he had hurt Ashina, although he didn't know what had happened, he knew Ashina was hurt when he saw her this morning but she didn't want to talk about it so he was quiet. "You talk about love? Do you know what it is?'' Hrolf asked angrily. "Love doesn't deceive, love isn't as cruel as you, you shattered her into tiny bits Gasper and you call that love?" Hrolf asked angrily.

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

A strange sensation crawling up his spine. His stomach tightening unexpectedly and his pulse slowed. For a second, neither spoke nor moved Then Adrian realized something. Because the look in Lucian's eyes wasn't anger. It wasn't irritation. It wasn't disappointment. It wasn't hatred. It was worse. Far worse. It was... Disgust. Pure, undiluted, and cold disgust. The kind of disgust someone felt when looking at something rotten. Something contaminated. Something they wished had never existed. Adrian's smile vanished completely as the blood drained from his face.

Fuck. I utterly loathed this room. I loathed every single component of this interaction. I loathed his reasonable, measured presentation of structural corruption. I loathed his predatory, devilish smirk. I loathed the intoxicating weight of his knee against mine, the smoky scent of his pheromones, and the undeniable way my core was clenching in response to his proximity. I loathed how desperately my ambition wanted that global microphone. I loathed that he was forcing my wolf to actively choose the corruption. To choose him.

the sarcasm laced in his voice seeped into me like a slow, deadly poison. Suddenly, his cold hand gripped my chin and made me look up at him. The way his eyes oozed hatred and malice, crushed my insides, “Let me be clear. I don’t do ‘mates’, choco pie. What I do is torture people until their souls cry for death. You are nothing to me more than a fucking trophy to earn and now that I know I am your mate, the process to get you kneeling for me only got easier.”

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

A month's worth of suffering and grievance surged within me. I stood up and said with red-rimmed eyes, "It's been over a month. I'm surprised you noticed I wasn't home. Why didn't you pick up the phone when I called you? You've ignored me for an entire month. Did you even care if I lived or died?" "Or maybe," I shouted, my voice shaking, "you were hoping I'd just disappear so you could be with your secretary! You've already flaunted him on social media. What's next? Are you going to announce I'm dead so you can be with another man?"