Hate Story Quotes

“Nina was my sanctuary as much as she was my war zone. Peace and solace one moment, explosions and massacre the next.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t pull back or slow down or stop. I knew I was going to fall. Hard.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“I kind of hate you, you know that?”
His eyes challenged that. “I’m asking you to marry me, not like me. Hate me all you want.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“You’re kind of possessive, you know that?”
His attention was back on his laptop again, but his head shook. “Not possessive. Protective.”
I made a face. “There’s a difference?”
… “Possessive’s for my benefit. Protective’s for yours.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“I promise I won’t do ‘things’ to you,” I told her, giving my inner sexual deviant a chance to speak up. He didn’t, and I felt my whole body relax. There were plenty of women in the world. Plenty of them willing to share their body with me for a night. This woman could not be one of them.
“Like you even could do ‘things’ to me,” she huffed, gracing me with a look that led me to believe she thought me quite the Quasimodo.
“Believe me.” I waited for her eyes to meet mine again. When they did, the green in them actually looked molten. I didn’t blink as I stretched closer. “If I wanted to – if I put my mind to it, my body into action – I could do all kinds of things to you.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“You know what else women like?” I didn’t pause for an answer because I guessed he didn’t have a clue. “A man who’s humble.”
He fought a smile and leaned back in his chair... “No, they like to think they do, but they don’t.” His head shook authoritatively. “They like cocky the bastard who goes after what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“She wrung the life out of each day, loved like she’d never been hurt, and laughed like she’d never known sorrow.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“I hate you, Max Sturmn”
When she tried to yank her hand free again, my grip tightened. “Of course you do. Because hating me is less terrifying than the thought of loving me is.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“All I asked from you was your hand in marriage and now I want the rest.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“Your parents? How long have they been married?” I asked, changing the subject since I could see how it upset him. “Thirty-five unmagical years.” Max’s voice was dripping sarcasm. “That shows commitment, right?” I argued, not sure why I was arguing this. I was as big a skeptic of marriage and commitment as he was. “No, it shows a high tolerance to pain. They both would be happier apart, but they’re too stubborn to admit it.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“There is no going back for me. And if you want to pretend there is for you, fine. Let me know how this is going to play out … You want to fuck then go to separate bedrooms after? Fine. You want to never touch again? Fine. You want to hate me? Love me? Despise me? Fine. I don’t give a fuck. I want you. However I can have you.” My eyes locked on hers. “Whatever piece of yourself you’re willing to share.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story

“Intimidated?”
His head shook once. “Intrigued.”
“Irritated?”
His eyes investigated me again. It felt intrusive, definitely not cursory. “Impressed.”
― Nicole Williams, Hate Story