Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

Anything that could not be proven by science was not real. "Though the lovers from the name basically means love in your life it is also a sexual card." I choked again. My cheeks reddened at the mention of sex. " I realised from your reaction that you are...Et intacta pura ?" "Ate what?" "Et intacta pura. Pure and untouched. A deep burning desire will fill you. Your body shall awaken and you will thirst for only that person. Only he can put out the fire...he whose soul is bound to yours."

I tried to hold in the shudder of his words sinking into my skin. “I’ll make sure to drain it all.” It was a simple sentence, but the meaning was disgusting. The sentence almost stopped my heart. It felt like an ancient declaration of war that came from the depths of hell, but the way he breathed it out, whispered with a voice full of lust, made it seem like it was a declaration of love—a freaking mind-game snake. I would love to make myself a pair of working boots out of you and stepp in cow and horse shit with them as often as possible.

— I shouted, punching his chest with my clenched fists, struggling in a feeble attempt to free myself. —Can you please stop hitting me? I'm much stronger, it's useless to try to break free. Defeated, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and turned my face away as I let the scoundrel take me. — I'm disgusted by you — I grumbled, through gritted teeth, without looking at his face. — You hate me and I understand. Disgust is something else. —Everything bad that exists is what I feel for you. — Be careful that all this radiation doesn’t affect the baby.

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....¨

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 clutched my chest, hoping to silence its loud growing pains, but I couldn't. “Don’t.” I whispered, my back turned against him, “Don’t say that if you don't mean it.” “I mean it.” His voice was steady, low, so casually cruel. “Look.” His footsteps followed me. “I care about everything we've shared. But you know the man you married; I don't love you. I never will.” There he was, the man I had covered up with my rose colored glasses. I wiped the tears off my face; I wasn't going to let him see me cry. I wasn't going to let him break me. Not today.

She felt an absolute, skin-crawling disgust at the sheer vulgarity of the proposition. With a fierce, violent motion, Lane ripped her hand away from Maris's grasp, wiping her palm against her skirt as if she had just touched rotting meat. "Who in their right mind would ever want to have a disgusting threesome with the two of you?" Lane spat, her voice dripping with pure loathing. She glared at the tracker she-wolf. "If you truly possessed an ounce of dignity or cared about honor, you would have told Ethan to break his fated mate bond with me the moment you opened your legs for him. But you didn't."