100 Things I Hate About You Novels & Stories

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

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 swear, if she chose a horror movie I'll bolt out of the door right here, right now. "What about this? I heard this movie is amazing" Mia said pointing on movie titled: "A Love Story". I almost jumped in excitement but i sucessfully restrained myself. The truth is; I love Romance movies! I know, I know, my masculine body may not show it. But, it's the truth. It all started when I was just a kid. My mom is a romance addict. She always made me and dad watch romance that's why I somewhat eventually liked it also. And I know Dad secretly does too. Actually, my favorite movie is: "The Notebook". Hey, the movie is amazing! Yeah, laugh at me. Whatever. Just know this, I'm definitely not gay. Okay

it makes me sick . It even makes me rhyme ... I hate it....I hate the way you're always right.. I hate it when you lie .. I hate it when you cry .. I hate it when you make me laugh even when you're crying .. I hate it when you're not around... And the fact that you didn't irritate me... I hate it when you didn't miss me.. Am I hating you or am I falling for you?? ♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you...

I tell him through clenched teeth, cursing at myself for being this damn reactive to him. "I know, and I hate you so fucking much at this moment. I hate you and I will not care about the consequences of what I'm about to do to you. I hate you so fucking much that I will not hold myself back this time. I hate you so goddamn much and I'm going to ruin you for any man that isn't me. Not him. And not any goddamn other. " I have got to be sick in the head for those words to make my pussy clench against my fucking thong and my heart to beat wildly against my chest.

So all along… “I don’t just hate you Leigh-Ari. I despise your possible being. I hate the idea of knowing I breathe the same air as you. I hate everything about you.” He spat angrily glaring daggers at me. I just looked up, feeling so inanimate and out of it. I didn’t even know why he hated me so much for crying out loud. “But why? Why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you?” I asked with a small tear drizzling down my face. The sight of my tears was like a sweet confection that marinated his anger and hatred, causing him to be even crazier.

“Do you seriously think this is going to work? That we’re going to braid each other’s hair and sing ‘kumbaya’ while I play Florence Nightingale to your egoistic husband?” Lucian stepped forward. “You’re not the only option. You’re not even the best option. We don’t need your attitude, your drama, or your lack of professionalism.” “Then why am I still standing here?” I shot back. “Oh right, because your wife thinks guilt is a job offer.” “Enough!” Sienna cried. The room fell quiet. I blinked at her. “You’re not getting it, Sienna. I hate you. I hate everything about you. And I hate him,”

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

Simply looking at her made my stomach churn. “From now on, if you see Zayden, turn the other way. Run far away from him.” I buried a fist in her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her trembling eyes to meet mine. “A desperate societal climbing slut like you doesn't deserve to be by his side. Don't stain his life with your bad smell.” “You...” Even through the tears pooling in her eyes, hatred burned fiercely within them. “I will make sure your brother never graduates.” Several people inhaled sharply.

“You’re jealous.” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I hate her.” “You don’t even know her.” “She’s perfect and I hate her.” Riley started laughing. “Oh my God, you’re so gone for him it’s embarrassing.” I shoved her. “I am not gone for him. I hate him. I hate her. I hate this house. I want to move to Antarctica.” She kept laughing. “You want to fight her for the girlfriend spot you swear you don’t want.” “Shut up.”