Hate That Novels & Stories

Hate. “Wait!”

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"

The pain is worse than a stake driving into your heart. "Leave!" He barks at me. I hate Trent. I fucking hate Trent. ******

“At least he knows that you are watching, that you still care for him after what happened.” “I don’t think he ever thought that I care for him. He hates me, remember?” I remembered, “I wish I have noticed it sooner, so I could have done something about it.” How could we make the people who hate us unhate us? Are we supposed to change ourselves? Or do the things that they like even it is against us? I don’t think that people could hate you just because you are a specific kind of person, or just because you live in a different way. Hate is a strong word, and there has to be a grave reason behind it.

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

she yelled in an equal tone. Lucian was surprised by Nina's sudden courage. He was about to say something but Nina gestured him to shut up. "I hate you, Lucian Frederick. I hate you from the core of my heart. Whenever you do something good to make me think that you aren't as bad as I think about you, the other thing you do, makes me hate you even more. So yeah, this hate is a never-ending ending chain. And you are not a good person. You are a bad person, with some good qualities in you," she gritted.

Jerk. He hates our kind with a passion like I do.