10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

Then, finally, his mask shattered. “You want to know what kind of man I am?” His voice was quiet, but there was steel in every syllable. “I am a man who has made too many enemies to count. A man who learned the hard way that feelings are weapons others will use to cut you open. I don’t get to be soft. I don’t get to be careless.” He paused, his gaze searing hers, almost burning her alive. “And yet here you are,” he breathed. “Standing in front of me, being exactly that. My one weakness.”

"You see that woman happens to have but one son, I am the only child of my mother and we've been very close from day one. She loves checking up on me and that's all! I really think you should stop making these assumptions in your head because mother really likes you alot and I'm sure that she is transferring all the love she has for me to you . If you keep on behaving this way you would only end up being in an enimity with her and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. You know mother is a very soft and kind-hearted woman, but at the same time if she happens to hate you, you would really regret it. So I think whatever thing going through your head you should try and keep it calm , learn to love th

However, his mind and heart were diseased for as long as God knows. This made Gianna reminisced about almost being in a similar pot of soup. Luna handled hers like a big girl even though merely ten. She couldn't do the same being six years older. She'll be devastated: blame the world and all that was in it. She'd be selfish: prohibit her parent's happiness with anyone else unless each other. She'd be loathsome: hate those who intended to replace either parent. She'd be rebellious and much more.

It boils my blood. I’m annoyed because I liked Victoria for her strong-independent-attitude, but she then fell in love with that Nixon guy and she just let her pride be stepped. Gosh! She almost has it all! Why, of all things, would she want the love of that bastard Nixon? Duh! “Ciara, come down! We’re eating.”, I heard my mom shouted from the dining area, so I grabbed the book that I threw a while ago and then went down.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

"Then you came back and treated me as if I was just an ordinary person to you. I was so mad. So mad I began to hate you so much more. Do you know how much it hurt me? I hate how you always forget important things. I hate how you easily forgot our first kiss. I hate how you forgot the promise you told me when we were kids. I hate that you're just always following the orders of my dad and not yourself. I hate that you're letting yourself be controlled all the time. I hate... I hate that my father had to force you to marry me and that you agreed to it not because you want it but because it was my dad's order." "I hate you. I hate you for doing gentle things to me and changing my views about you

Mama D said, looking up from the kitchen table. They were all there. The whole group. Tasha was painting her nails on the couch, Em and Jasmine were using their phones, and Bri and Morgan Lee were sharing a bag of chips. They all looked up at once, their smiles fading when they saw my face. My hair was falling out of the tight bun, and I looked like I had just escaped a car wreck. "I hate them," I choked out. My voice was thick with a rage so hot I thought I might actually throw up, "I hate every single one of them. They are all pigs. Every man on this earth is a disgusting, power-hungry pig."

This is my home now. My luggage stacked like rubbish waiting to be taken out. I clenched my fist. Pressed my teeth together so hard my jaw ached. "I hate myself!" The words tore out of me loud and raw, bouncing off the shelter walls. I hit the seat with my palm. Once. Twice. "Fuck! I hate men! I hate everybody!" My voice cracked and broke and I let it.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.