10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

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.

"My parents died when I was eleven, Larry. I barely remember them. But what I do remember doesn't match the monsters you've painted them to be." "Memory is unreliable. Especially a child's memory." "And pack gossip is reliable? The stories Beta Marcus tells, the version of events that conveniently makes everyone a hero except my family, that's the truth you've built your hatred on?" His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. "Careful, little wolf. You're treading dangerous ground." "Then let me fall." I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Because if you're going to torment me for the rest of our lives together, I at least deserve to know why. I deserve to know wh

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Something uncomfortable. Something I hated immediately.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

But then I saw a light, and I lived in it. Maybe one would ask why I still don't hate myself despite all my despair. I have many reasons to hate myself. I am not perfect and will never be perfect. I am boring, my life was a mess, and my childhood was a lie. I didn't live a beautiful or even normal life. But c'mon, you can give me 1000 reasons to hate, but I have one good reason to love. This is me. This is who I was meant to be. If I give up, will there be success in my district now? I stated my flaws, but I still don't hate myself. After all, I stand with God in saying that I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

With trembling hand, I bend and pick it up, and right there on the front page lies the one thing I never thought would get past my jotter. My “The things I hate about the Asshole Team Captain’’ list. I feel the world tilt beneath my feet as sweat breaks on my forehead. I am so doomed.