Hate That Novels & Stories

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

He is just so fucking annoying it is really ughhh! I have been really pissed off a lot lately and it is all my mate Aiden’s fault, every single time I see him I want him and then I hate myself for wanting him and then I just stand there not knowing what to do. I absolutely hate myself for still loving me and it is worse because I cannot avoid him, it is horrible because we work in the same company and our offices are so close to each other so I cannot avoid seeing him no matter how much I want to.

I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. English is my third language, so I am still learning. Please pay attention to the comments you leave - I am happy to accept constructive criticism, but a pure demonstration of hate is not tolerable. Thank you. INTRO “I hate myself for having warm feelings for a cold-blooded murderer." "You're such a fool. Not only are you a freak, an undesirable abnormality, but you are a complete tool. You live with the foolish belief that there is a Goddess who doesn't exist."

"I'd rather you not refer to this as helping...I don't help others." "Because it's against the bad guy code? Or because you hate people overall?" He sighed, face tightening and his eyes becoming pensive as if reminiscing. "I don't hate people. I hate their ways...deceit, envy, betrayal..." His jaw clenched at the last word. "I hate it all." "Why?"

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

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 rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

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. ******