Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

His voice dropped dangerously low, dragging me to the depth of hell as it stirred a feeling that tortured every cell I was made of. The image of him that night was burnt to my memory. I could see him no other way but a monster. Even as my heart pounded, I tilted my neck to keep our eyes locked. “Hate is an understatement. I despise you. I loathe you. You disgust me.” My voice quivered as heat surged through me like a wild fire. Lev’s finger dug further into my skin. The taunting smile persisted on his lips. “Aren’t we too close for enemies? One might mistake us for lovers.”

', abomination and disgust transparent in those infuriated eyeballs stuck on her appalled face. Her widened eyes narrowed in utmost revulsion. She clenched her fist in humiliation and anguish as tears sprung in her, a pair of glossy doe eyes, cascading in mortification. His hatred blinded him to such extent that he didn't shy away from calling her an immoral enticer!! Seriously? She's seducing him?? When and for heaven's sake, she's his wife!!! He has no morality left in him..

Despite everything I went through with her, now, all that's left is a deep-seated hatred. "Hate" falls short in capturing the intensity of what I feel for her. It's beyond mere hatred. It's a visceral loathing, an amalgamation of betrayal, resentment, and a profound sense of being deceived. Every emotion is tinged with a bitterness that refuses to fade. In the wreckage of what we were, there's not just hatred; there's a haunting regret for ever allowing myself to be entangled in the web she wove. She had only seen my dislike and annoyance but she had no fucking idea what my hatred could look like.

And this is just my first month staying with him. I smiled back at Sandra, making her narrow her eyes at me. She knows when I fake it. “It’s just, he has so many layers. So many rules he doesn’t care how it affects others around him. I’m so tired of him—of this.” I said gesturing at my belly. I feel my vision blurry, tears burn at the rim of my eyes threatening to fall. I hate that what he does gets to me— I hate it so much. He is so unapologetic about it. And I can’t deal with it.

That sacred word sounded so nauseating and disgusting to my ears. “Never taint the word love with your lying mouth, Kael,” I shot back fiercely, my eyes fixed on him with deep hatred. “A man who loves his wife would never let her cry in agony from heart disease in a cold room. A man who loves his wife would never let his mother, sister, and mistress humiliate her!” Kael recoiled violently, as though my words had physically torn open his chest. His already pale face grew even whiter, his lips trembling as he struggled to utter a single word.

Disgustingly, I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact Ronan might be losing interest in me or that the remaining hours of my papa’s life were ticking down on the timeclock. The most revolting part of the scenario didn’t have to do with either of those things. As Ronan’s back disappeared from view, taking his “fucks” and the smell of the forest with him, a sense of loneliness took his place—a solitude Yulia’s presence couldn’t fill. “Je le hais. Tu le hais. Nous le haïssons.” I hate him. You hate him. We hate him. I stared at the ceiling, wearily conjugating French verbs in the most amusing way I could muster.

All of a sudden, lines after lines of black and white evidence were telling him: ‘Your loathing was unreasonable! She was a person whom he had always loathed with righteous indignation. Suddenly, he could not justify his reasons for loathing her anymore! Uno felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart but was also guilt-ridden at the same time. He put up a bold front and harrumphed coldly from his nose. “Humph!” Then, he walked past the woman without even addressing her and rushed out of the door… He might look like he was disgusted, but he was actually guilt-ridden inside.

said Aiden all the while whispering softly in her ears " I don't know what love is , for I have seen a lot of disgusting things people do in the name of love . Something so disgusting can be called love , something that can be loved then destroyed can be agreed upon on the name of love , I really have no idea what this love exactly is " Rosalie's heart ached when he spoke , she could feel his distress and the heartache , he had seen the woman who claimed to love him , betray him by saying 'I love him , Aiden ' . He has also seen a loving uncle closing up in the name of the same love , his parents turned rogue pursuing the so called love , he had promised himself to never love and closed hims

Kael whispers. He lets go of my chin. He steps back as if I am made of fire. His face twists. It is not love. It is not joy. It is pure. unadulterated loathing. He looks at me like I am a disease. He looks at me like I am a ghost come to haunt him. He found his mate. Someone whispers.

I keep my teary eyes hooked to the bathtub, wishing that I were in there right now, bathing in my own blood and instead of breathing air, my lungs were filled with bloodied water, stealing my last breaths so I don't endure any more suffering. "How could you?" I finally gasp out and whip my head right around towards his stupidly handsome face that I wish I could just jab my fist into and scream at him how much I hate him but love him at the same time. He frowns, but that frown quickly fades when he sees the condoms from the trash spilled out all over the floor. "Maria..." he sighs as I get up from the floor, pulling the towel tightly around my body. He gets up too, reaching for my hand and pu