Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

[I hate you] END.

She enjoyed keeping her thoughts to herself as she sipped a warm cup of coffee. I stood in realization, an explanation of the Luna's happiness when i saw her naked milky skin as she slipped into the bath tub filled with roses and scented body liquid soap. I felt the immediate bile rise up in my throat, a sudden urge to puke out my intestines and the acidic saliva that was forming in my mouth. Really i should have known. I deny Adrian of passion and he runs back into his mate's arms. Didn't Veronica hate lovemaking? What changed?

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.

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

said Delwyn Anderson rattling his teeth right now. “Love is merely love itself… Love the person whom you love… Cherish every moment with the person whom you adore… We’ll try our best to get married later on and to be together forever, but even if we can’t do so, we’ve been satisfied enough loving, adoring, caring for each other and being together from day to day until the end of time…” quipped the younger brother with his relaxing manner right now. “Then you can’t stay in this country… We won’t accept anybody who’s in their homosexual relationships and moreover their incest loves…”

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

He let go just before she could start gasping for breath. Sharon delicately soothed her neck “I hate you I hate that it's you” “Oh really” he said as his fingers graced her chin “Well hate is not a good enough word to describe how much I despise you. But since we're being honest with our feelings I utterly, completely Loathe you” He took her hand in his “Now were going to act, do you understand” He started walking toward the door, but Sharon didn't move Her head was bowed and she didn't say a word