10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

I was not entirely successful. The lecture was fine. I retained maybe forty percent of it because the other sixty percent of my brain was occupied with frost blue eyes and a question I had been turning over since yesterday. Whether I was actually going to do it. Whether I was going to take the challenge he had dropped on me right there in my bedroom while his hand was inside me and Jaxon was at the bottom of the stairs. Make him hate me. The idea of it felt ridiculous and also, quietly, terrifying. I was walking the hallway toward my next class with my phone in my hand, checking it for the fourth time since I sat down in my last lecture, when I heard my name.

“Tell me what is happening right now. Do not hold anything back. I can see you are carrying something heavy today.” I shook my head quickly, and tears spilled down my cheeks without warning. “I hate this,” I said, my voice breaking loudly in the quiet room. “I hate feeling weak every single day. I hate crying in the bathroom at work, crying in my car on the way here, and crying the second I sit on this stupid couch. I hate that I can’t just be normal like everyone else. I hate that I feel like a little kid who can’t handle anything without falling apart.”

And I hated it. I hated the world for letting it happen. Hated the gods. Hated those weak fools who called themselves family. Hated the children I’d brought into the world because they were reminders of what I could never have. Because I’d given them the one thing no one ever gave me. Freedom. And they wasted it. They became soft. They let people love them. Let themselves believe they were safe, that they were wanted. It made me sick. Love is a lie. And I would prove it.

I stand there for a second, stunned, still holding my stupid books against my chest like a shield. God, I hate him. I hate how he gets under my skin. How he acts like he knows everything. Like I’m just a bug he’s waiting to crush. But what I hate more? The fact that even after all that, my heart is racing. And I know exactly why. I just have a stupid, inconvenient, absolutely terrible crush on Zeus McAlister. Not that I’m ever going to tell him that. I scoop up the last of my books with a huff and head to my next class, trying to ignore the way my palms are still sweaty. Zeus McAllister is officially the worst, and now he’s burned into my brain like a virus I can’t uninstall.

If there was one thing I hated more than liars, cheaters, spiders, judgemental people, corrupts, and... well, you know what? I think I hate a lot of things happening in this world. That's really sad. Maybe I'm a certified hater. But then again I think anyone hates 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 is not possible because I'm fairly certain that you're not a spider as last I'd heard, spiders couldn't read.

I usually sleep in here since I really don't want to go at my apartment that really looks like a haunted house in horror movies. "I know," I said. "And I hate myself for making Lyza angry." I grabbed one fluffy pillow and hugged it tight. Ugh! That's why I hate myself when I'm angry. I can't stop my mouth from telling hate words or whatever. Seriously. I should probably get a consultation for my anger management issues.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

I said gritting my teeth in anger. The hatred I had for William could not be emphasized enough because I hated every single thing about him. From his character to his looks to the way he did his things always set my blood on fire, because I have never seen anyone as self-centered, wicked, and manipulative as he was. He was so selfish, and he could kill a child to make sure that he kept secrets. How can someone be so wicked and selfish? I hated him so much and I just wanted to ignore them and avoid him as much as possible. Seeing him now just increased the hatred that I had toward him.

“If you hate it so much, why read it?“ “Who said I hate it? I enjoy reading books where the main character is different from my personality. I think it’s no fun when I’m too similar to a character, it would be like I’m reading a story about myself, when I’m reading to escape the reality of my life.” Oh, he thinks deeply. Not expecting that from him, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that he looks dumb, but he just doesn’t look like the “smart, bookworm” type either.

VICTOR There are exactly two things I fucking hate: turning into a beast every night and arguing with my father. And honestly, I’d take turning into a beast over arguing with my father any time. Because that man loves to be right, and he will not stop the argument until he’s right.