How To Hate Novels & Stories

She was just twenty two when her father's corpse was found in Fernandez Group where he worked as a personal assistant. Precisely in the office of Diego Fernandez. Nothing was done about it, no investigation was carried out on the suspicious death of her father. The whole issue was swept under the rug and a pitiful chunk of money was offered to them as a compensation. Ellie Connors was ready to do anything to find the cause of her father's death and to bring the culprit to book. She had hatched the idea of revenge for three years. There was literally no way she could go against such a rich and influential family considering her background. But there was a way, an only way, which was becoming a part of the Fernandez's family. Somehow, she got married to Diego, her worst enemy and the supposed 'killer'. Now to her revenge plan, do you think she will be able to succeed in it and find out what really happened to her father? What if there were more to his death than just the surface? Would it be just revenge or something else would spark between them?

Keisha Peterson has her senior year all planned out, she is going to study to get good grades for college, do everything in her power to make her crush notice her and also have a fun-filled year. But all her plans is crushed when he walks back into her life unexpectedly. Jake Hawkins, her best friend who had disappeared without a word years ago. The boy she once had a huge crush on but now hates with every fiber of her being. When he returns, he has become ten times hotter, taller, and annoyingly charming. Somehow, he is everywhere she turns. Just when Keisha starts to have a chance with her new crush, fate throws her into a whirlwind of confusion, secrets, and unexpected painful truths. Why is Jake suddenly acting like he never broke her? Why does her heart still race when he's near? And why does it seem like the more she was trying to hate him, the more she became attracted to him? Will she be able to accept the truth when she finds out? Will she be able to keep hating him or finally give in to her true feelings?

When Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, taught me how to drive, he told me to sit in his lap while he instructed me. Since the road was bumpy, I kept jolting on his body, and I could sense a hot, hard thing behind me. As I moved, it poked against me. He touched me on the pretext of helping me hone my willpower. When he touched my most intimate parts, I could feel a wetness coming from within me, and I knew that things were about to get out of control.

Lena Carter believed she finally had her life under control—until a single evening shattered everything. A mysterious will, a multi-billion-dollar empire, and a man more dangerous than any secret force her into a world she never knew existed. Noah Carter is young, outrageously wealthy, and ice-cold. The press calls him the aloof heir to one of Europe’s most powerful family dynasties. Yet behind his amber eyes lurks something darker: a truth buried for decades—and Lena stands at its very center. As a forbidden passion ignites between them, things begin to happen that should be impossible. Touches trigger flashes of silver light. The dead return. Memories surface of events that could never have taken place. And suddenly, Lena discovers that her life is part of a cruel experiment spanning generations. Worse still: she is pregnant. But the child she carries could be the key not only to a multi-billion-dollar fortune—but to a power for which people will kill, lie, and even break the very fabric of time. Trapped between two versions of the same man, a secret organization, and a love that has already failed across four lifetimes, Lena must make a choice: Does she trust the man she loves? Or the man who claims to have known her before she was even born? A passionate novel filled with forbidden love, dark family secrets, time loops, and a truth that could destroy everything. Some love stories end with a kiss. This one begins with a death.

"Our marriage is not some fairy tale. And my new wife? She’s not exactly a fan of the crown jewels. I’m a prince and heir to the throne of Salasia. I’m the most eligible bachelor in Europe. You’d think any woman would be ecstatic to marry me. Except for the one woman who I must marry to save my throne. She’d rather give me a poison apple than true love’s kiss. Now the pair of us must convince the world that our marriage isn’t just a convenient arrangement. As for me? I’ll prove to this stubborn princess that happily ever after isn’t just for fairy tales. The Princess I Hate to Love is the conclusion to The Heir Affair Duet, beginning with book one, The Prince I Love to Hate. "

My parents’ adopted son, Tyler Levesque, saw me as his enemy. Thus, I went abroad to live a more peaceful life. However, he came up with a scheme to trick me into coming back home. He locked me in my room and humiliated me. He did his very best to put me under his thumb…

Love is around and sometimes where you least expect it! Trey Comstock is a guitarist in one of the world’s hottest rock bands: Feisty. Bailey Kline carries a noble and important last name but outside of that, she’s got nothing going in her life. Both are at very different points in their lives trying to find themselves and find love. They meet while Trent is in the process of divorcing another and Bailey sees an opportunity to take advantage of him for her own financial gain. But will her attempt to get ahead in life pan out? Will Trent see right through her scheme or will he perhaps go along with it just to test her? She's in for a surprise when she finds out he's been using her the entire time as well! Find out as these two push and pull each other to the brink! **This is a five part mini-series and while the stories continue in order they can be read as a stand alone. You will follow them better however, reading in order. A new one will come out every four-six weeks until complete. This is part two, Trey's story.**

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

"Does he know…" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous against my ear, "that you’re on your knees, about to take another man’s cock?" My lips parted, a trembling breath escaping as heat flooded through me. "Please…" I whimpered, even as my body burned with something I couldn’t control. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice deep. "Tell me what you want." I should have stopped. I should have walked away. But I didn’t, because my thighs clenched even more, my pussy dripping. "Your cock…" I moaned, shame and need colliding. "I need it…deep inside my throat." "Open up and take it all in," he growled and I leaned closer before I could stop myself. ~~~~~~~ Alma has been invisible in her marriage...ignored, dismissed, and pushed to the edge of breaking. One night, drowning in loneliness and frustration, she went out to escape herself. She drank more than she should have, letting the alcohol blur her thoughts and loosen her restraint. And then she met him...a stranger with Hazel eyes and a dangerous deep voice that instantly stirred something raw inside her. He made her tremble. Made her pussy burn and ache in ways she never thought she could, begging for every inch of his cock. It was supposed to be just a night—a fleeting mistake, a secret she could bury in the shadows. But what happens when morning brings reality… and the man who left her trembling, burning, and completely undone isn’t a stranger at all? He’s Zevyn Steel — her husband’s boss. One of Crystal City's most powerful men. A man who should have never known how she tastes.

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.