Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

She spoke as if the words made her feel better about herself. I huffed out an exasperated breath, growing tired of this conversation. "You were the one who brought him up." "Whatever." She waved her hand in dismissal. "You're just—such a try hard, Mary. It's pathetic." I laughed. I couldn't help it. She was calling me pathetic? "Good one, River." Virgin Mary. Such an inept insult. "Whatever, bitch." She glared daggers through my head. "Good luck getting any guy, especially someone like Dallas Rolland."

A throbbing pain entered my skull and for a second my vision became hazy. His cold red eyes never looked so dangerous before His intention never so unpredictable And touch never so hateful before. "Andro....pl...ease....why....are....yo-" "You are a disgusting bi***...a fuc**** backstabber!! Sapphire Brown why the hell you have to ruin my life every single time I get up!! Why you have to destroy my dreams...my ambitious...my life!!!Can't you just leave me alone!!! Why...." "Andro....please try to understand...I cannot forget you...you are my everything...I. Love you...."

Whatever the case, the silence was and would still have been much more relished than his disgusting voice, especially when he looks at me like this, trying to cloak the evil in his eyes. Well, there are things that you can never be able to cloak no matter how much you try. Like his evil, for example, because I see nothing but evil in all the angles of him no matter from which perspective I look at him. Well, and like my loathe for him too, because even if a miracle happens right this minute and he revamps into a pious Saint, I can never look at him any different. I can never feel anything for him ever than this despise. Pure loathe. I am certain I will never abhor anything in this world the

So looking at the ring she just keeps her mouth closed and gets up, moving away from him. “Natalie!” Adam called her and grabbed her again, pulling her at his chest and holding her face between his palms so she would look at him. “I love you” he said but she was disgusted to hear that from his mouth. “ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7). What Adam offers her right now

said Holden desperately. “But I don’t love you! You’re a crazy person! Pervert! Psycho! I don’t love you! Listen to me, I don’t love you! I don’t love you! Who do you think you are? Holden Payne, I realized that you’re truly incredibly perverted! You love someone else’s wife and daughter! Even when I’m already pregnant, you also want to love the child in my belly! You do have an innate addiction to being made a cuckold? If you truly liked being made a cuckold and liked to be the father of someone else’s child, then just get yourself a wife and let your wife sleep with someone else. Let her come back after she was pregnant with that person’s child. Wouldn’t that work? Why must you insist on h

I gripped the table harder, as if its cold, unyielding surface could somehow anchor me against the storm raging inside. “Liar,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with contempt. “You’ve done nothing but destroy everything I’ve worked for. I should have ignored you from the start. I should’ve chosen better.” His words tore through me, each one slicing deeper than the last, leaving wounds I wasn’t sure would ever heal. Every accusation, every ounce of venom in his voice, burned into my memory like a brand. It wasn’t just anger—it was loathing. A loathing that had once been hidden behind his charm but now poured out of him unchecked. I wanted to scream back, to hurl my own truths at him, to

Pure, undiluted loathing. She shoved me away with surprising force. Her hands pushed against my chest like I was something poisonous. The look in her eyes was devastating. It wasn't anger or hurt. It was pure, visceral revulsion. She looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen. Like my touch physically sickened her. Like the very idea of my lips on hers was unbearable. I staggered backward. I was shaken by the intensity of her reaction. Her dark eyes burned with six years of accumulated pain and betrayal. Six years of being treated like an unwanted burden. Six years of loving someone who'd never loved her back.

I was shocked at the revelation how could i have been so stupid i had walked right into a trap. " now now don't beat your self up dear Isabella I'm impressed and I'm not easily impressed I've been watching you for a while now and i'v seen what you can do your the kind of person i can work with a someone who goes for what they want, your brave ill give you that manipulating poor Adrian to get into the auction so you could steal my diamond is the kind of thinking that makes you a useful asset or a potentially dangerous opponent an opponent i could dispose of right now". He says eyes going red as he looked at me. As i looked into his eyes i know the feeling that his enemies felt when they saw t

The vile old man. I nodded, lowering my head. My mind pondered over things that happened last night. My unplanned escape. The unprepared war of truths. The wild discoveries. Not to mention my wicked ex. It was too much for me to digest. The weight too much for me to lift, the stigma stinging the vague sensations of knowing half-truth stirred frustration inside me. I knew, yet I failed.

If he hated this woman before, he hated her more because she was acting cheap, Amelia was watching him, and she could feel, his disgusting feelings. "Don't you..." "No! It's disgusting!" Lauren said Amelia looked at him, did he just refer to this beautiful flawless body in front of him, disgusting, she was getting mad too but she tried to control herself. "Lauren, that is rude..." "Amelia get out." His anger was at its peak, he walked towards her, and Amelia thought, she had won, but sorry to burst her bubbles, Lauren grabbed her hand after placing her bathrobe on it, and he dragged her to the door.