Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

Just pure, unadulterated loathing. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled, the venom in his voice making the nearby diners flinch.

A Lokey in all his ways, he would be serving life in prison or long executed if all his crimes surfaced. “Well, a princess who is an heir to their throne is exempt from any punishment. How do you explain her ability to handle wild animals the way she does if she is not a witch? In fact, they are all witches in that tribe. Maxwell and I were crazy in love and he completely changed at a snap of a finger. I can feel his hatred when our eyes meet. How can he love me one moment and hate me the very next? That can only be witchcraft!” Lady Mary shouted angrily, her tears still streaming down.

“You can’t have it all, Henry. You keep Yvette hanging while trying to marry the woman you love. Life doesn’t work that way. “So, I thought I would help you a little.” Sophia grabbed a water cup from the bedside table and threw it at him. “You fool! To think Yvette actually liked you for eight years!” The cup grazed his temple. Blood mixed with water and ran down his face. She sneered. “Go then! Go find her! See if she even will look at you the same again!”

“Beg for it, baby. Beg us to wreck this pussy. Tell us how much you love being doublefucked on your wedding night by your father-in-law and uncle.” “I love it!” I cried out, pushing back onto both cocks with shameless desperation, my voice hoarse and broken. “I love having both of you inside me. Fuck me harder — stretch me wider — fill me with your cum. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else! Please — destroy my married pussy! I’m your slut — your shared family whore!”

“Lara, listen to me—” He closed the distance between us in two strides and grabbed my arms, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were glassy, tortured, but his voice came out low and fierce. “I do feel it. Every single damn day.” My breath hitched. His words were a dagger and a balm all at once. “Then why?” I cried, my voice breaking. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because loving you is wrong,” he said, almost choking on the words. “And if I let myself keep you, I’ll destroy your life. You’ll hate me for it one day.”

“I didn’t mean to…don’t hate me, please. I only did what I had to do because of love…” “No…Hay, don’t say that,” I scoffed in disbelief, shaking my head. “This isn’t love. It’s… betrayal, deceit, manipulation! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have put me and everyone else around us through such turmoil. Our relationship was going smoothly. Everything was going well, Hay. I envisioned our future together but you chose to fucking ruin it! I’m ashamed of you...you should be ashamed of yourself.”

HADES The woman looks at me with pity in her eyes, and it makes my skin crawl. I don’t want her pity. Is it a crime not to know how to tie a damn tie? I’ve already got a pounding headache from everything this morning—being uprooted from my old life, shoved into this pretentious school, and now this? A tie? As if the uniform isn’t suffocating enough. Walking through the hallways earlier, surrounded by kids in designer everything, made me feel like an

I spoke rather causally. "Wherever you go I will go Isabella. I will forever love you until the ends of this earth." Hearing his words I swiftly turned around. "Love?" I murmured as he tightly held me to his chest while gazing down at me. "The bond which you and I share is equivocally nothing less than pure love. That's what happens when two mates meet. They instantly fall in love at first sight. Making it hard to resist each other. That's why you felt drawn to me. Manipulating your dreams before was the only way I could curve my insatiable needs for you without going mad. Once again I apologize." His sultry voice and body on mine providing me with an exhilarating feeling.

She held her hand and turned to make an announcement. Sara left the room. She felt her skin trickle with deep disgust. She hated the city and wanted to live small, maybe in the countryside that was not filled with hypocrites and ignorant who only attended these parties to seek financial or title connection through the easiest way, Marriage. She went downstairs to the garden. The only place she could have her private time. She lifted her gown and brought out the cigarettes she had snuck from her uncle’s study. “I don’t think a lady should be smoking. Especially not a well-bred one,” She heard a voice behind her. She was terrified and quickly smashed the cigarettes on the floor and got up.