He Hates Me Read online Isabella Starling (Hate & Love Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hate & Love Duet Series by Isabella Starling

Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)

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He Hates Me (Hate & Love Duet #1)

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Isabella Starling

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Once upon a time, there was a monster. When the night falls, he comes out to harvest souls. He’s silent and invisible —no one notices when he strikes then retreats to the shadows.
Our paths shouldn’t have crossed, but they do. One day he sees me. Then he can’t unsee me.
Once upon a time, there was a monster, a killer, a devil. My stalker.
This is book is a dark stalker romance and contains dubious scenes.
He Hates Me is part of a duet and is NOT standalone. The entire duet will be released two weeks apart.
Books in Series:

Hate & Love Duet Series by Isabella Starling

Books by Author:

Isabella Starling Books


Jasper’s Playlist – Rina Kent

Mr. Sandman – SYML

Can’t Help Falling In Love – Tommee Profitt & Brooke

Violence and Spiders – SAINT PHNX

Animals – Maroon 5

Shiver – Coldplay

An Unhealthy Obsession – The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Animal – Chase Holdelder

You Are So Beautiful – Tommee Profitt & Brooke

Another Way Out – Hollywood Undead

Without You – Lana Del Rey

Paranoid – I Prevail

Control – Halsey

Sucker For Pain – Lil Wayne & Wiz Khalifa

Savage – Bahari

Nothing Is As It Seems – Hidden Citizens & Ruelle

No Light, No Light – Florence & The Machine

Bones – Equinox

Silver Lining – Hurts

Forever – ALEKSEEV

Beautiful Killer – Madonna

Criminal – Grief Hit

The Haunting – Set It Off

Seven Devils – Florence & The Machine

Dark In My Imagination – of Verona

Until Eternity – Blackbriar

Beast – Mia Martina

Cradles – Sub Urban

Animal Impulses – IAMX

You Don’t Know Me – Son Lux

I Can’t Decide – Scissor Sisters

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Georgina’s Playlist – Isabella Starling

Someone I Wanted To Be – Francis Novotny

Oh My God – Alec Benjamin

Always – Gavin James

Here Comes A Feeling – Louis The Child, Naomi Wild & Couros

Fresh Air – Goosetaf & Timothy Infinite

Valkyrie – Tritonal

Reminds Me – Kim Petras

Whoa – Snoh Aalegra & Pharrell Williams

Cold – Boy in Space

Hurts – Steve James, TELYKast & Jordan Shaw

Have You Ever Been in Love – XYLO

The World – TeZATalks

Forget – Shallou

Mona Lisa – Terror Jr & Total Ape

Honeymoon Fades – Sabrina Carpenter

Copy Cat – Melanie Martinz & Tierra Chack

Nice Things – Far East Movement, Henry & AlunaGeorge

If We Never Met – John K & Sigala

No Time To Die – Billie Eilish

At Night – 3LAU, Shaun Frank & Grabbitz

Runnin’ – MOONZz

How to Sleep – EDEN

I Want It All – Casoer Cole, Elderbrook & Route 94

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I have one rule: no rules.

Rules are for losers who think the world needs order, then hire men like me to disrupt that order.

The hypocrisy of mankind is both interesting and repulsive.

“Last chance, Serrano.” I stand over the heap of flesh and bones. The blood runs in rivulets across the asphalt, leaving a deep trail in its wake.

Metal smell soaks the air and I would usually let it fill my lungs. People are addicted to inhaling drugs, I’m more engrossed in the smell of life leaving someone’s body and the blood abandoning their veins.

Twirling the knife in my hand, I gulp in air, filling my lungs with...piss.

The motherfucker pissed himself, ruining my bloodfest ceremony. He just had to be a fun-ruiner until the very end.

Time to wrap this clusterfuck up.

Lowering myself to my haunches, I point the tip of my bloodied knife at his half-carved cheek. There’s something about ruining people’s faces, disfiguring them, making them as imperfect as their sombre little souls.

Like Serrano here. He acts like a good little accountant but is in fact the greatest scum of them all.

He tried to fight, I give him that, but it’s futile, isn’t it?

Judging by his two broken legs and the blood dripping from his arms, chest, and face, he didn’t have a chance. I would’ve told him that, but I might have wanted the fight.

“Ser,” I tsk, drawing my knife down his cheek. “Didn’t they teach you in Harvard that a dog can’t steal from his master?”

“P-please, Jasper…” he gurgles. Chocking on one’s own fluid is a curious sound, almost as satisfying as the screams. Almost.

“They should’ve also taught you not to beg your grim reaper.” I cock my head down. “Spoiler alert, it never works.”

“L-let me talk to Costa, I-I—”

“Ser, Ser, you’re kind of an idiot, aren’t you? Not only do you steal from Costa, but you also think he has the time to talk to a thief?”

The pleading, pathetic look leaves his middle-aged face and deep darkness shines beneath.

The moment they realize they’re done for and should show their true colors is one of my favorite moments. It’s when they’re at their truest form. The decimation of the human mind, screwing it up, fucking it over, is what I live for.

From his position on the ground, on his stomach, both his hands bound behind his back, Serrano lifts his bloodied face to snarl at me. “Is that why he sent his animal?”

I grin, the first actual emotion I showed him since we started our torture fest. Serrano thinks it’s an insult, but Serrano has always been a fucking idiot, good with numbers, useless with people.

“Exactly.” I lift the knife, letting the blood droplets fall on his non-swollen eye. “An animal is only worth an animal, don’t you think?”

He blinks against the drip but doesn’t change his stance. “A-always the dog, never the master, Jasper.”

“Riddle me this, Ser, isn’t the dog the one who gets the most fun from the hunt?”

“That’s w-what all dogs think.”

This is getting boring, with the smell of piss, it’s becoming irritating, too. I stab my knife into his shoulder, and Serrano wails like a schoolgirl. “This is your last chance to tell me where the money is before I pay a visit to your wife and daughter. I’m curious to see how long I have to carve them up, dog style.”