Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

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?"

Until she came back into his life, with the reason of her disappearance, he'd never expected that part of him would have been somewhat consoled that his feelings for her in the past was not one-sided. And suddenly the fleeting illusion shattered when the truth revealed right before him. It was as if he was falling from height and crashing on the concrete. It tore him apart once again, and he was terribly exasperated that after all this time, the unrequited love still had a shattering impact on him. However, he knew this time would be the last. It was the end of story. The knowledge of Amanda's villainy had crushed every vestige of affection he had for her. *******

Ah there one is not hard but not simple and without anything to cause attention to her or around her. She stood up dusting off her pants, cleared her throat and began the spell "imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal." She spoke with demand in her voice and a wave of her hand she looked at the book and the words began to change into a mirror like image showing her what she wanted to see.... her father alone in a jail cell up against the wall on the bed, he was wearing a orange jump suit and was just staring at the floor. Good she thought to her self she wanted him to suffer to more then suffer. The thought only made her angry and she saw nothing but a fire burn inside of her tho

¨ Judah trembled with sudden overpowering arousal, unable to finish the last bite of the sandwhich Penny had thoughtfully bought him earlier, and he found himself looking deeplly into his friendś fianceś eyes, those same eyes now humming with sexual need. ¨Mate....¨

"I will crawl inside your mind, your body, your soul, until you crave nothing else but my touch. I'II ruin you kitten, no other man would want you after I'm done." I swallowed hard. For some weird reasons I couldn't breathe anymore. What did he mean by he'll ruin me? And what was that electricity dancing round every inch of my body? Good lord. Don't tell me it was desire. It had to be hatred. Yes it was hatred, pure undiluted hatred.

Less polished, less controlled and human, a very sexy one at that. His shirt is undone at the collar, sleeves pushed up his forearms, hair mussed in a way that suggests restless fingers have been dragged through it more than once. The night wraps around him like it belongs there. He looks mighty fucking hot. “Ooh damn…” She inhales softly, letting the words not go out of her mouth but they surround her like the smoke from the cigarette. The thought hits her uninvited, unwelcome and devastatingly accurate in the realization. Her fingers loosen without her realizing her, unconsciously. Water spills over the rim of the glass, splashing against her skin and the floor with a soft, traitorous soun

Instead, I found myself standing here, reeling from the shocking betrayal that felt like a dagger to my heart. The urge to retreat, to find a secluded corner where I could allow the tears to flow freely, was almost unbearable. How could this happen? The weight of the betrayal hung heavy in my heart, and I felt as though my entire world was unraveling before my very eyes. My mind raced with questions, each one more agonizing than the last. How had I not seen this coming? How could the one person I trusted most, my fated mate, betray me in such a profound way?

I refused to back down, even though my pulse screamed at me to flee the scene. "Worse?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and anguish. "How could it possibly get worse, Nikolai? You've taken everything from me. My family, my home, my freedom, any chance of having a normal life. It's all gone, all because you decided to use me as some sort of messed-up chess piece in an absurd game I have nothing to do with. And now you stand here, telling me I can't even see my father? Do you not see how messed up that is?"

It was a trial by fire, a relentless pursuit of excellence that demanded nothing less than my absolute best. Lost in my thoughts, the impact of the puck against my forehead snapped me back to the present. "FUCK," I muttered, the expletive slipping out before I could stop it. The sting against my skin was a stark reminder that I was in a whole new league, both literally and figuratively.

Adrien's words cut through the silence like a blade, “You belong to the ground, you rusty youth. You’re nothing but a harlot. Haha! Let me not even forget about how you seduced me yesterday night, you shameless whore!” He cursed incessantly. Lisa was stunned by the sheer audacity of the lie. The incident they had shared the night before had been an expression of their love, a moment of intimacy they had both cherished. Now, Adrien was twisting it into something shameful and manipulative. The pain of his betrayal was unbearable, and Lisa felt like her heart was being torn apart. She wanted to defend herself, to scream out the truth, but the fear of further humiliation kept her silent. She fel