Hate Stories

Behind palace walls where loyalty is praised and silence is demanded, one boy learns that survival can be lonelier than exile. Ahaan belongs to a royal family admired by the world-but within those gilded halls, truths are twisted, blame is inherited, and love comes with conditions. As expectations tighten and whispers grow louder, he carries wounds no one sees and secrets no one asks about. In a family bound by blood, power, and pride, trust is fragile-and some mistakes cost more than forgiveness. This is a story of unspoken suffering, misplaced hatred, and the slow, painful search for safety in a place that calls itself home. Not every palace is a sanctuary. Not every silence means peace.

"Marry me," Shaurya Singh Shekhawat muttered with pure hatred in his eyes, holding her arms in his vile grip. "You hate me," Akansha Dixit said, fear and determination in her eyes. "I do, and retribution is my right," Shaurya said. "And I have the right to a chance to justify myself," she said, her voice breaking under the increasing hatred in his tone toward her. "Like hell, I will. You destroyed my sister and now it's your turn to get ruined," he spat. "You will marry me, or see your family die," he said. "I will," she said, losing the battle. "One last thing, Mr. Shekhawat, the day you will know the truth, the truth will kill you," she said. He just scoffed, walking away, leaving her shattered while also making her stronger. If he thought he could make her weak using her family, then he was in for a big surprise, thought Akansha with sheer determination. ************ 5 Years Later ************ "One chance is all I ask, Akansha," Shaurya begged, sitting on his knees, ignoring the fact that he was a Chief Minister, the most powerful man of the state. "You are 5 years too late, CM sir," Akansha said with a cold face before walking away. "You are right... My rue is killing me every second," he whispered to himself. Shaurya Singh Shekhawat, a man everyone in the state admired, people's favorite leader, a very well-educated Chief Minister, and the youngest person to take office in the country. Successful-that's what everyone thought of him, but only he knew how much of a failure he was as a husband. Akansha Dixit, an aspiring student pursuing her Ph.D. in child psychology. She fell in love very easily, but only when she realized his reality did she understand how much of a mess she was already in. Amid selfish families, dirty politics, several misunderstandings, betrayals, and power-hungry wolves, will the innocent love survive, or will it succumb?

Only fifteen years old, Alina discovers her mate... the one destined to love her, protect her-her forever. The werewolf prince, Alessandros. To her, he is everything. To him... she is a secret. Hidden in the shadows, their relationship burns with forbidden passion. He feeds her promises-love, loyalty, the sacred mating bond-and she believes him. She gives him her heart, her trust... her soul. But some truths are meant to destroy you. Because while he holds Alina in the dark... he stands proudly in the light beside her stepsister, Clarynn. And he was never going to choose her. The betrayal doesn't come from just him. When Alina finally confesses her heart to someone she believed would love her unconditionally, that trust is shattered in the most brutal way. Lies unravel. Blood ties twist into something unrecognizable. And suddenly, her own family becomes her greatest enemy. She is cast out. Sent away. Forgotten. Or so they think. Instead of safety, Alina is thrown into a nightmare-the most ruthless and deadly warrior school for "broken" wolves... a place designed to crush the weak and erase the unwanted. The one who sends her there does it with a single hope: That she will never return. But pain does not break Alina. It awakens something darker. Because fate is not finished with her yet. And when she comes back... she won't be the same girl they destroyed. She'll be something far more dangerous. And this time-she won't beg for love. She'll make them fear her.

After Abandoning Abhay for 7 years his brothers Wants him home back , for what ? Just to Get the transfer paper signed , what will he react to this ? When the past memories are still burning freshly in his mind , The words Orphanage.Good Riddance.Orphan.Hate.Burden. Baggage.liability. ______________________________ Abhay Birla sat alone in the dim corner of his new room, the silence suffocating. The laughter, warmth, and love of home felt like a distant memory-erased in a single night. The crash. The fire. Their parents were gone, and so was his family. His brothers, Shivam and Shivansh, once his protectors, had turned against him. Their eyes held only blame, their words like knives. "Good riddance," Shivansh had spat, while Shivam hesitated only briefly before agreeing to send him away. Even their aunt, cold and calculating, suggested keeping him in an orphanage for years. Abhay had begged, pleaded, even whispered apologies getting on his knees clutching his brothers Leg desperately he didn't understand he owed. But his cries were met with silence and cruelty. Alone, abandoned, he realized that the family he had trusted most had abandoned him completely.where he is Tortured and starved by the People who are their for kids comfort. And now after 7 years his brothers brought him back , but they didn't know the person with them is just a shell of the former Abhay they broke , the boy who used to talk all day is partially mute, the one who brightens the room he entered is now gone , instead there is a boy who flinches when spoken loudly, Cries easily and Is Alive just because of One person 'Rudra Pratap Singh ' . Read the book to know more . ---

Book 1 in "Ishq" series Zidan Khan. Calm, serious, and hard to understand. He grew up with responsibility on his shoulders and emotions locked in his heart. To the world, he is strong and distant. Inside, his heart is not as cold as he pretends. Eshaal Mahreen. Soft, sensitive, and full of warmth. She believes in love, loyalty, and family. She chooses patience over anger and hope over fear. They were childhood friends. He once promised to protect her. She once believed he would never leave. But life changed them, and distance grew between their innocent bond. Then came the accident that took her parents away. Before his last breath, her father made a promise - a promise that tied Eshaal and Zidan in marriage. But there is one problem. Zidan loved Zahra, his school friend. His first love. So how can a marriage built on a promise survive when his heart once belonged to someone else? Find out in ISHQ-E-JUNOON

I Vincenzo Romano, the deadliest man around the city of New York who is now known as the Boss of mafia life. I rule over the entire mafia familia since I am the consiglire of this city. No one has ever been able to make me down. I am the most powerful man slaughtering his enemies around my territory. Love was not meant to me-it was my only weakness. ~~~ I am Ella Riccardi, a simple girl who just moved to a new city under the human trafficking system. My faith made me stand on an auction stage and then they sold me... After being Sold to Vincenzo, I thought my life was going to be a roller coaster but it all turn out to be apart. He was the devil of the entire city and I got to know he bought me under a crucial reason. What was awaiting us was intense. ~~~ "When I tell you to bent over, you are suppose to bent over." His says coldly and I quiver as I tremble with fear. "Yes, sir." I mutter then do as he ordered. "I like this better." His large palm vigorously lands on my ass and I squirm under his tight grip.

Nea Riar, a human, accidentally stumbles upon a portal to another world full of everything she has thought to be a myth. There she meets five men; Fae, Demon, Shifter, Warlock, and Incubus. What these five men have in common is that they are each seen as a threat in a society ruled by matriarchy. In the world of Asorix, Arradona is a Queendom where women are superior. Most are physically closer to the size men, the difference in high not as great, and their magical capabilities are naturally stronger from birth. They dominate and tame men, claiming those they see fit as husbands to add to their growing harems. Those of the upper class compete with one another by comparing the number of husbands they have in their harems, ranging anywhere from the tens to the hundreds, and even a rare few in the thousands. In these lands, five men; Zev Dubois, Cassius Montgomery, Jaxon Novak, Ezra Larsen, and Axel Dimitrov are anomalies. They're stronger than any male that has existed, physically and in terms of magical capabilities. The extent of their power is unknown, but it's speculated that they are more powerful than women also. Their power and wealth has earned them a high status without having to marry a wife to gain it, something that was impossible before them. They are seen as a threat by the Council. In an attempt to control them, the Council orders that they must each take a wife in hopes that she can tame these men who show signs of being dominant. The women of Asorix stumble over one another trying to take at least one of the five as a husband for their harem because of their looks, money, and status in society that would all become their own. During this time the five men come across Damanea, a woman who isn't like the rest. She's the opposite of what women in their world are like. Instead of being dominant, assertive, and abusive, she's meek, cautious, and weak. So what do they do? They marry her. Updated Patreon Link: patreon.com/DRK_Stories

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. From the outside, everything about her reads as control. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. Her world works because people adjust around her. Until someone doesn't. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend. She observes. She corrects. She endures. And when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not understand each other. They do not want to. Because Soleil doesn't respect boundaries. And Willow doesn't forgive trespass. They were never meant to share a house. But in a city that thrives on performance, the difference between discipline and repression begins to blur...the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

On a lavishly decorated altar sparkling with luxury, two people stood exchanging their wedding vows. The bride wore a stunning red lehenga, while the groom was dressed in a simple blue sherwani. He looked more like a friend than a husband on his own wedding day. Still, Shraddha, like any typical Indian bride, didn't bother much about it. In fact, she was very excited about beginning her new life, even though it was an arranged marriage. When the ceremony concluded, the Pandit Ji instructed Anand, the groom, to apply vermillion to her forehead. Shraddha smiled shyly as he leaned forward to smear it on her. Anand was a renowned doctor who was twice her age that secretly harbored a deep, inexplicable hatred for her. But why? Just as the vermillion touched her forehead, a deafening explosion shook the entire hall. Decorations came crashing down, and guests screamed and scattered in panic. Amidst the chaos, Anand saw the altar beginning to collapse. He turned and fled, leaving Shraddha behind. He did not care whether she lived or died. All he wanted was to escape the burden he had been forced to accept which was, her. Shraddha saw him running away with the priest. She tried to stand, but her lehenga caught on a nail, trapping her in place. The next morning, after what should have been their wedding night, Anand's cold words shattered whatever hope she had carried with her. He made it clear he would never touch her, not even to save her life. His heart, he said, would always belong to his late wife.

Isabel is the middle daughter of one of the most prestigious families in Barcelona. Her life looks perfect-privileged, admired, and everything anyone could ever dream of. But behind the scenes, all she's ever wanted is to ride. To compete. To become the best in equestrian, not for the fame, but for the freedom it gives her. Then everything changes. One betrayal. One secret. One choice to protect her family's name, even if it means burying the truth ..... "Still hate me?" Pedri says looking deep into her yes "Always loser" she says "But your eyes says otherwise" Sometimes the person you think you can't stand... is the only one who sees you.

දන්නවද! ගැහැණු ආසම ආඩම්බරකාර, ඊරිසියාකාර පිරිමි ආත්මවලට, කිසිම කෙනෙක්ව ගණන් නොගන්න හිත ගස්සන බැල්මකට!

Tug, turn, thud.. a lovestory woven in these movements. Capture in Arnav's POV. Peep-in to know more.

දිනෙක හමුවූ දෙනෙත් නොකියූ රහස් තාමත් හිතේ ගොලු වී... [💚දිනෙක හමුවූ❤️] yizhan nonfic sinhala happy ending start: 2025/06/03

(REVISING & REPUBLISHING) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Aviva Danes was everybody's dream girl, except his. James Potter was her best friend, nothing less and nothing more. He was pining after Lily Evans, not her. It was never her.

"He betrayed her, but he can't let her go. He has just realized the depth of his love for her, and now, in a desperate bid to bring her back, Sameer Singh Shekhawat proposes a marriage neither wants... yet only he truly needs.Rimjhim hates him. She cannot trust him. She is broken, yet fierce and unyielding. In the halls of the palace, their lives intertwine again - sharp words, playful taunts, stolen moments of care, and long silences that speak more than words ever could.Every look, every argument, every secret conversation reminds them of the past, yet slowly they begin to navigate the present together - a marriage born of necessity, shadowed by betrayal, yet edged with undeniable love. A tale of regret, rebellion, grudging devotion, and slow-burn romance - where love is rediscovered in the sharpest of battles, the quietest of gestures, and the fiercest of hearts."

𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻', 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗳𝘄𝘂

Standing against the corner of the wall , her whole entire body was shivering , both fear and cold . Her arms tightly wrapped around herself . Her head was downcast . Didn't I warn you not to step outside of this house without my permission " A shiver run down from her spine . hearing his intensely rugged vioce questioning her . She didn't answer not only just because she was a mute and also because she didn't know to answer that person before her . Her shivering turned vigorous when she heard those heavy footsteps coming closer to her . that tall sinews figure towering her. " You know what I will do if I have to repeat my fucking self again " she slowly took her head upward hearing her threat . Her teary doe eyes met with brown icy eyes ones . His words immediately reminded her that what he had done to her last night . Anger and hatred brimmed into her doe eyes and she didn't even need to use her words to tell him that . Her tears told him that intensity of her hatred toward him after what he had done to her last night . His jaw clenched and his nefarious gaze hooded . Grabbing her fragile neck with his strong hand he pushed her against the wall more and hovered over her . You consider me as a monster didn't you " Hearing him whispering those words into her ear . Her heart frozen in terror realising the worst thing he was capable of doing to her . He gripped her neck tightly causing a tear to slip down from her eye . He leaned toward her face causing their nose to rub against eachother " then tonight I will really become one for you and I will torment this innocence of your ' Jeon jungkook " ..... Top - Taehyung Bottom - Jungkook

-; Aaaahh mmmmmm aaahhhh dady 🔞 -; i'm gonna babygirl, wait 🔞 Jm : මචන්. මට උබට දෙයක් කියන්න තියෙනවා but ඒක කියන්න වෙලාවවත්, දවසවත් නෙවෙ අද මන් ඒ දේ අදාල දවසට අදාල වෙලාවට කියන්නම්. මන් ලේසියෙන් මට අයිති දෙයක් වෙන කෙනෙක්ට දෙන්නෙත් නැ දුන්නෙත් නැ හැබැයි අද මට සිද්ධ වෙලා තියෙනවා එ දෙ අමාරුවෙන් හරි උබට දෙන්න වෙනවා ඒකත් උබට.

'Things aren't always what they seem to be." It's often just a show A curtain drawn to shadow the reality from the prying eyes of the world. In the dim view we all might be of the opinion , money is the source of everything. Yes perhaps , everything. But not happiness. Not peace. The most vital components of one's life cannot be bought. Luxury and security aren't the key to everything and the princes of Udaipur seem to be it's walking examples. Wrapped in every speck of extravagance are the lives of the three princes. Their hearts holding within them mounts of things left unspoken like the walls of the palace concealing mounds of secrets left buried. Encountering these are the three brides of the renowned Shekhawats. Desperately in love with her husband the eldest still clings to the hope of it all changing one day. Distinct is the second bride who has her own evils to fight. The third a perfectly bubbly pie of love looking forward to mend all these broken relations whilst saving her own. Will these young lives succeed in battling the sorrows of life alongside keeping upto the promise of love?

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?