100 Things I Hate About You Novels & Stories

I don't give a fuck anymore. "Shit, I love you," Jacob said after recovering from the trauma I caused. What? Oh great...he is a freak. "I just ripped your asshole apart, and you love me?" I said irritably. "That was amazing. I don't like to be a bottom as much, but I wouldn't mind it with you. Next time, be a little more gentle, please," he whispered. "There won't be a next time. I just lost it for a minute," I said and started to wipe myself off. I was done with this madness.

“I hate you.” Three words. Simple. Final. The door slammed behind them. Silence swallowed the room. I stood there alone. Hands shaking. Breathing uneven. I hate you. The words echoed louder than any shout. And for the first time since this whole nightmare began… I felt something colder than anger. Not heartbreak. Not jealousy. Something harder. If she hated me now… Then maybe I didn’t have to hold back anymore.

He says it with a tenderness that makes my throat hurt, but I can only think of three words, over and over again: I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I said which made me avert my gaze to him glaring very angrily at him. I hated the fact that he was behaving like the Saint to begin with,I hated the fact that he was hiding like it was not all his plan in the first place,I fucking hell hated the fact that he was making me seem like I was the only one with the plan of making the marriage to Aneesa fake,when it was all his fucking plan from the beginning. " ohhh please father....stop behaving like you were clean on all this shit....I already accepted my fault and I sure as hell would like it if you do the same" I said as I sent he a glare that could possibly rip him apart if it was that possible.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

“I’m fucking done with you, with her, I’m done with everything! I fucking hate you.” “You don’t mean that.” He gulps, pain flickering in his eyes, a pain we could have averted, a pain that I’ve felt tenfold just now. It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it might stop if I forget to take one breath. “I do,” I nod, staring blankly at him. “I hate you for making me fall for you. I hate you for lying to me, I hate her for letting you do this to me after everything. I hate...I hate..I.. I—” I run out things I hate about him, things I should hate like his fucking perfect face that I won’t let myself wonder if our child would have gotten.

I made sure you ended up being publicly humiliated.  It was so f.u.cking satisfying. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes, ready to burst open any minute. • why? Why did you do that?  It’s because I hate you. I fu.c.king hate everything about you, fu.c.king b.it.ch. I hate how everything is fu.c.king working out for you, you cheap tramp.  I’m glad I messed you up that time, and I would happily do it again if you don’t do what I want.

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

A measure of everything that is bad for me. I'm pretty sure I'm not his type either. He hates my red hair so much, he tried to cut it off. He hates my guts. He hates that I do not swoon like the rest when he shows up. He hates that I don't drool after him, begging him to take me. I'm sure the list of things hated goes on and on, longer than that. We aren't anything to each other. Never will be. Goddess forbid that anything comes of the both of us.

Finally the voices start to fade away. Dr Ann said it was all in my imagination that people don’t actually despise me. That they had their own problems to worry about and “wouldn’t waste so much of their thoughts on you” but I was right. I was right all along. Everyone hates me….everyone hates me….everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me.