Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

And if that is the case, then I must be the devil. But that doesn’t bother me. I don’t care about people’s opinions or the names they choose to call me. It does not matter how they see me, whether they fear me or despise me. Their judgment is irrelevant. The only thing that matters to me is Emma. She is the center of my world, the obsession that has taken hold of my mind and refuses to let go. My love for her is not gentle or sweet— it is consuming, overpowering, and relentless. It is not the kind of love that brings peace or joy. No, it is the kind of love that burns through reason, the kind that makes a man willing to do anything, no matter how cruel or unforgivable, to possess the one he

Hasters huffed, “Love? Love does not work in the business world. Love is for paupers. Adele will make a better wife and she would give a better coverage to the company’s name. Not that low-life that you plan on being with. Do you have any idea of Adele’s pregnancy?!” Gavin sighed, “Yes I know about it. I love Leila and nothing is going to stop me from marrying her. She is also pregnant with my child” His mother laughed bitterly, “She has to let go of the pregnancy. She is not welcome in this family! I have warned you already. As long as I am alive, I will make life miserable for her. It is either Adele or nobody” *************************************************** Meanwhile, in Adele Cooper’

he asked curtly. Max hesitated, then blurted out, "I love Mira, okay? I don't know if it's real or not, but I feel something for her that I've never felt before." Ethan's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. Max, his playboy brother, who had a reputation for being heartless and carefree, claiming to have feelings for Mira?

And almost choked my fried on my throat. "Don't say such horrified words Laura! You almost stop my breathing!" I said to her while I gulped water from my glass. "I mean if your not lesbian. Then how come your not attracted to those guys? Aren't they yummy?" She said to me while pointing those guys "Did you eat them? Cause you said there yummy!" I said to her and she rolled her eyes on me. "Of course not! But just look at those piece of meat there! Goodness I can swallow them!" She giggled and I almost gagged just thinking about it.

I felt a surge of humiliation wash over me as his words pierced through the haze of pleasure, cutting through the fog of arousal with a sharpness that left me reeling. "Fucking bitch!" he sneered, the venom in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "I remember you saying that - I need to put away my filthy hands from you… Now see, who is getting fucked by my di**," he spat out the words with a cruel satisfaction. His thrusts became faster, deeper, each one driving me further into the abyss of pleasure and shame. In that moment, I realized the depth of his betrayal, the extent of his cruelty.

She asked sarcastically. "Supposed to be, you should hate her because she betrayed your love, my dear cousin!“ I hate myself because I can’t do anything to lighten his burden. “That’s enough, Ysa! It’s not true that she really loves that man. She’s just infatuated with his good looking personality. I knew it, I’m the only person that could love her unconditionally. “ “But kuya Gab, what will you do now with your pure love, if the reason is already dead? You better stop that crazy feeling of yours because she’s gone forever." Ysabelle took a deep sigh.

He said with a heavy voice," I love you Aradhiya.Everyone leaves me alone. At least you don't push me away" Aradhiya looks at him with pure disgust and said mockingly," love!!! This word doesn't suit in your mouth. You have tainted that word. Raping me, beating me, humiliating me!! You are calling those things love!! Where was your love when you beat me with your belt? Where was your love when you raped me until I bleed! Mr Anirudh Raghabhan you are a sadistic psycho who found pleasure in my agony. So, don't call those things love," Aradhiya said all this with an angry broken voice.

You tried to dull my shine But my light is Undimmable. I am me, unapologetically You thought you would forget me, But guess what? I’m unforgettable. You tried to replace me. My love is Unreplaceable. Now you want to relate to my pain But you and I are Unrelatable. Don’t you know- I am me, unapologetically You wanted to change me. I’m un-customizable. You wanted to mold me, My intellect is Untouchable. You wanted to shape me, For you, my spirit is

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn’t explain why I was repulsive of this man. The moment I saw his portrait– if it was his since he looked exactly the same as the man painted on it- I felt strongly disgusted. But I thought feeling such emotion for a lifeless thing was nonsense. However, now that I see his face in the flesh and hear his voice, the word disgust is too mild and weak to describe it. If I was to put words into the feeling, I guess it should be a compound combination of loath, repulsion, abhorrence, and a few more similar words all in one! Without even knowing who the man was referring to or to whom his words were being addressed.

Feelings were out of my nature. I don't do love anymore. I've been broken so bad that I never even want to have the thought of it. Love disgusts me and I wanted nothing to do with it. Absolutely nothing.