10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “Why do you hate me so

It’s too much. My breathing grows ragged, the words pressing down on me from all sides. And suddenly, I hate being me. I hate my skin. My hair. My lips. I want to tear them off. I want to scrub the name Susanna off the surface of the earth. I abhor it. My existence. Filthy. Dirty. Used. Degraded. Ruined.

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

The only one I could save. A sharp sting burns the back of my eyes, and I blink hard, fighting the tears that keep coming even when I tell them not to. A droplet escapes anyway, falling on the brittle page in front of me. The black ink smudges under it like it’s bleeding. Why does she always do this to me? Why does she always hate the things I love? I don’t understand her. I’ve never understood her. No matter how much I try. I’ve always liked quiet things—books, cameras, and games. Things that let me disappear into a different world because this one hurts too much.

“Then she hates me for what my blood cost her.” “She hates herself for not being what he needed.” Catherine touched my shoulder gently. “Don’t let her shape who you become.” By noon, I could feel the weight of whispers following me again. The traitor’s daughter. The cursed Luna. The Alpha’s shame. Every title another wound. But when I caught my reflection in the windowpane, hair loose, eyes steady, I saw something else. Not the girl branded by her father’s sin. Not the outcast pretending to be Luna.

Synopsis: "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ____ Prologue 8 years ago everything in my life was great. I had a happy family, lots of love, and everything felt just perfect. But then, out of nowhere, things turned super dark. It happened on a regular day that suddenly felt all wrong.

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.