10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

He growled, his voice low, vibrating with controlled fury. My heart drops, and the words hit harder than expected. What’s with his mood swings? One second, he’s saving me, and the next one he turns into a malicious judgey monster. “Are you seriously judging me?” I shot back. How dare he? “Oh, I’m sure you have a lot to say, You know nothing about love, Mr. Ice Man, you think I didn't see you, always bringing different girls to the house, disturbing the house with your sexual escapades, you know nothing of love, so don’t you dare judge me” My hand flew to my mouth, I can't believe I just said that.

I was so completely lost as I highlighted every single character I disliked and everything I hated. We walked with my sides turned to face him as he listened attentively to everything I had to say. “I definitely hate when someone tries to control me and asks about my whereabouts. It really Ticks me off and I wish to stick a hand up their face.” “Ohh really? I didn’t know I was going to become a topic too?” His voice stopped me in my tracks as I slowly but didn’t want to turn to that voice. Of course I was talking about him. I didn’t know how it happened but everything I hate could just be summed up in one name and it was Jaden.

Ever since my adoptive uncle, Luigi, took over the Mexican mafia, he would make me work for him too. Thing is, I was trained ever since I was ten, to become an assassin by Rafael. I did not want to become an assassin. I wanted to become a doctor, and save lives but I ended up becoming an assassin and take lives instead. I've taken more lives than I can count. I hated what I did. I hated being an assassin. I hated my life. It sucked really bad.

I hear him shout at me,not failing to hide the fact that he wad beginning to get frustrated about my present reaction. " ohh what the hell do you want me to do Williams" I suddenly say why flaring up,not being able hold the pent frustration in me anymore. "I mean,the only thing I do perfectly is chase those who love me far away from me" I continue as I took a pause to catch my breath,as I felt like if I continued to go on I would not be able to breath freely. " look what I did with you,and also Nessa, just thinking about my fucking self,a total asshole" I say while exhaling heavily feeling totally angry at myself.

If there was one thing I hated more than liars, cheaters, spiders, judgemental people, corrupts, and..., you know what? I think I hate a lot of things happening in this world. That was really sad. Maybe I was a certified hater. But then again I think anyone would hate the above mentioned things. Well... maybe not if you are one of the above mentioned things. Except that the third of the above mentioned things was not possible because I'm fairly certain that you're not a spider since the last I'd heard, spiders couldn't read.

It wasn't a loud, dramatic fracture; it was quiet, like thick ice cracking under immense pressure. "I hate him, too," I whispered into my glass. Victor nodded slowly. "I know." "I hate Sophia Lang." "I know." "Right now, I think I even hate Thelma." "I know." And then, before my internal filters could catch the words, I admitted the one thing I hadn't dared to say out loud to Renata Cole or to myself. "I hate myself." Victor shook his head instantly, reaching out. "No. Don't say that."

“If you’re going to attack me, at least don’t make it so pitiful.” She spins, cheeks flushed red, anger, shame, both. Her fists curl tighter. “I’m not pitiful.” “Prove it,” I bark. She charges again, teeth grit, fury blazing now. Good. Anger is better than fear. She swings, faster this time, less sloppy. I block, shove her back with a rough palm to her shoulder. “Better,” I say, smirking. “Still Wolfless.” The word cracks through her like a whip. I see it. See the way her eyes burn, how her chest rises with ragged breaths. She hates me for it. Good. Hate means fight. And fighting reveals secrets.

Ava POV I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my mate, I hate everything, I hate everyone. I hate myself for being the cause of everything, I hate my life for not choosing to be normal and instead caught up in some twisted supernatural series, I hate my mate for taking away everyone I love, I hate everything for not being in my favor for once, I hate everyone because I’m not like them; because I’m not normal like them. I really hate my mate but still he knows what to do to me whenever I’m sad, I get to see his soft other side I always wish for whenever I’m sad; that side I wish I met first and will be permanent.

Because sometimes, the things you hate most are the ones you can’t forget. And I wasn’t ready to see what that “something else” would do to me.

I mean, I was probably inside this chamber for just five minutes but it felt like the time extended to more than an hour. "What do you hate about yourself?" I blinked a few times because of that question. My mind went blank for a couple of seconds before I got the words to answer. "I hate myself for valuing the rankings, that I end up killing myself from pressure just to get on the top. I hate myself for always wanting what's grand and end up ignoring those little things that actually are more vital." A bitter smile spread on my lips. "I hate myself for following the stiff standards of society and for always thinking that everything is alright ... Leading myself to have a hard time accepting