We Hate You Please Die Novels & Stories

"so you hated me so much that you could went as far as killing Kim you deserve to suffer the way she did.. . A/n So sorry for the late post

Not just in this time but in every other… life… Did he really choose to live a life like this? Live as if… he would die id he didn’t make me feel miserable? “Just as I thought… you are still alive” My hatred towards him… I know it will never subside just like that. I hate him… I hate him more than I hate myself… “Marco” “Are you gonna cry now? Just so you know, I am not into those cry babies. I hate their noise. It makes my head hurt so bad…”

And you are the most dirtiest life has ever done to me. I hate you. I hate it here. To hell with your bloody wealth. You'd die a lonely life. I promise you. But as for me, I won't stay here any longer. I've already seen the death threats you've been receiving and I won't put my life on the line by associating with someone as disgusting as you. I hope you actually die and go to hell!' my words were vile, raw, unfiltered and acrimonious. My anger tightened my throat and my eyes, once filled with salty waters, had become a hot furnace.

Adrian Vale kissed him like he was trying to ruin him; and it worked. He was the famous car race star, the golden playboy heir who’d never wanted the same person twice. Elias was his greatest rival on the track, and had always sworn he was straight. That night changed both facts at once. One hard, filthy kiss and Elias was hard against him, shaking, already open-mouthed and aching for more. Elias hated him for it. Hated that his body didn’t hate it. He told himself it was the drug talking, a one-time mistake he’d bury and never mention again , except Adrian didn’t do one-time, not with him. What started as rage became a habit neither of them could quit: cold words by day, de

I am that monster, and you can go ahead and finish the job. Aria's covered her ears, his voice won't stop echoing in her head. Those words that he poured out out love that was only useless and couldn't do anything to melt her cold heart. They came back as a torment as a memory. "I want to die. I can't live like this... I want to die." Aria sobbed. Then unable to beat it anymore she yelled loudly. "I want to die!!! Kill me already!! I hate it here!!! Let me go!!! Kill me!!! That's how my story is supposed to end!!" Her scream echoed off the walls of the hospital.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

"Tricked me! I thought you loved me. I thought I was your all." "No. You were just a pawn to get all the Han's assets and now that I'm finally getting my hands on it, nothing can stop me." "I hate you." "I don't really care." DISCLAIMER I apologise in advance for any case, scenario or name that is coincidental to any you know. This work is purely fictional and is not meant to criticise anybody. So please accept my apologies. Thank You Much!!

"Me?Is that what your parents want?you killing and destroying the whole world?why do you take satisfaction in terrorizing?" "He killed my dad ,why?for what?Dad didn't do anything wrong he was just trying to support us and those children" "You just keep showing me how damaged your heart is" "I hate you because you're a bitch,a bitch got it?get to work immediately I've a lot more important things to do than talk to a...bitch like you" <<<<<

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

I’d stood at that window and made my decisions and felt solid about them and then he walked through that door and something in my chest did this slow, horrible recognition thing that I had absolutely no control over. Six years of loving someone leaves marks. Apparently dying doesn’t remove them. I looked down at my plate. “Zadok.” My father’s voice, pulling into something respectful and eager the way it always did around pack authority. “We weren’t expecting you this morning.” “I wanted to check on the household.” Zadok’s voice. Same as I remembered — low, even, the kind of voice that didn’t need volume to fill a room. “After last night.” Last night. The Blood Ceremony. Except in this timeli