100 Things I Hate About You Novels & Stories

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

“You think I haven’t tried to forget? I kissed a girl last night. Pretty. Dark hair. Soft mouth. The second she touched me I saw you. I sent her away.” His eyes flicked back to mine. “That’s not my problem.” “It is now.” “Why?” “Because I can’t stop wanting you.” Silence stretched between us while Elias’s breathing went shallow and uneven. “I hate you,” he said finally, the words carrying less conviction than he probably intended. “I know.” “I’ve hated you since the first day you showed up and took my lap times.” “I know that too.” “Then why are you doing this?” “Because hating you doesn’t change the fact that I woke up hard thinking about the way you sounded when I was inside you.”

“The reason my one wish, the wish to finally be free, was taken from me.” My fists clench. “Can you stop pretending everything is fine?! Don’t follow me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Do whatever you want without involving me. I hate you. Don’t you understand that?” “You hate me that much?” he asks, calm but oddly curious. “I hate you for hurting my best friend!” I step closer, raising my voice. “I hate you for ruining my life!” My second finger rises unconsciously, counting my grievances. “I hate you for taking everything from us—our property, our home, our wealth!”

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

I said. “I don’t think you hate him Selena. I think you’re in love with him, but too afraid to admit it.” “That’s so not true!” I protested, my voice rising in pitch. “I’m not in love with him. I’m just…. I’m just angry. I’m angry at him for betraying my trust. I’m angry at myself for being so naive. I’m angry at the world for being so unfair. But I’m not in love with him. That’s so ridiculous.”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Afraid, she launched a pillow in his direction, but it missed. He was already close. He grabbed her throat violently and slammed her on the duvet. He leaned against her body and whispered in her ear. “I hate your kind, you're nothing but a measly human. Don't feel so special. If you're going to be my wife, I also have my rule. “Never come 10 feet close to me, or your head will roll.” He let go of her and stood straight. Ariel's breath hitched, she was panting hard. She was terrified.

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

Just the two of us, locked in the quietest, sharpest fight of our marriage. His jaw tightened just slightly. The only sign that he felt something. Anger. Resentment. Or something he refused to name. I placed the jug down and stepped back. “Will that be all?” I asked. Zara released a dramatic sigh. “You’re not even embarrassed, are you? Poor thing. You don’t even realize how pathetic you look.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t blink. I didn’t break. That was what irritated her the most. People around us shifted, uncomfortable, unsure where to look, what to think.

She than started singing while playing it. "I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I LOVED YOU DON'T WANT TO, BUT I CAN'T PUT NOBODY ELSE ABOVE YOU I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I WANT YOU YOU WANT HER, YOU NEED HER AND I'LL NEVER BE HER"