Common Dislikes Novels & Stories

“Do you know of anyone he has gotten me into?” “Not anyone big to warrant my hatred for him.” “Aha!” she exclaimed, her head shooting up, “You finally admit you hate him!” “I don’t… I…” Mrs. Michaels sighed, “Let’s not use the word hate… dislike, I dislike him. I dislike that he always sports one injury or another, I dislike that he keeps late nights, I dislike that he is always coming here, acting like he doesn’t have parents or a family, I dislike that he's too close to you…” she looked her up and down, “He isn’t even up to your standards, he's so poor and wretched…”

"Am sorry but I love Rocco, Niklaus. You have to understand that" "Does he know you like I do? Does he know what you like? Does he know how much you love eating and how much you despise veggies? Does he know how much you love telenovelas? Does he know that you watch Stranger Things because of how big of a crush you have on Steve Harrington? Does he know how much you hate the sight of blood? Does he know you hate roses and that tiger lilies are your favorite? Does he know how much of a lightweight you are when it comes to alcohol?Does he know your favorite color or what makes you mad or what makes you sad?

Noah's POV I was going back to the room, when a notification hit my phone. I saw it. "These are the things that she likes: 1. Amusement Park 2. Icecream 3. Songs 4. Coffee 5. Every food present in the 'Lovely food' restaurant. 6. Movie 7. Black and red colours Things that she doesn't like and probably hate: 1. Tea 2. The school canteen food 3. She is afraid of heights, so ferris wheel

“I just want you to be happy. I want you to want to be here.” Damn, this guy is dangerous with words. I murmur a thank you and focus back on my meal. The food is incredible, and conversation flows easily between us. We’re getting to know each other—our favorites, our quirks: Colors: His is blue, mine is green. Movies: His is Napoleon Dynamite, insisting it’s a classic. Mine is Groundhog Day. Foods: His favorite is his mother’s homemade pizza. Mine is the chocolate éclair my dad’s housekeeper makes for my birthday every year.

They balanced each other out. What did he have in common with her? They liked the same shows. They both nerded out over made-up languages. Their tastes in games was slightly different-she favored story, while he just wanted to kill things. She didn't get bent out of shape over Star Trek versus Star Wars. Vegging out and watching Firefly or Doctor Who totally de-stressed them. But was it enough?

he murmured against my mouth. I pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “I’m not. Usually. But you’re confusing. I haven’t figured you out yet.” “What’s so complicated?” “Well, for starters—are you into slapstick comedies or Civil War dramas? Because those are polar opposites.” A smirk formed. “Both. I like both.” “And the strawberry Nesquik? Three quarts of it?” “I enjoy it.” “Clearly,” I muttered. “So does Blackie.” “You share that stuff with him?”

She blushed and looked away, "yes, in fact, that was the first thing you said," He smiled, "Then I guess I'm just amazed by your beauty," She shrugged and tucked back her hair. "So let's move on to the dislikes, what are your dislikes?" "Pink, I prefer more of purple and pretense, I don't like that," "Hmm, that's deep," She laughed at the expression on his face, "what of you?" "I don't know... More like fakeness, I don't like that and tomatoes," "Yeah, I don't like that too,"

he asked directly, running a hand through his wet hair. I flipped to page ten and jabbed my finger at the list. "This part right here. 'Dislikes when women stand closer than half an arm's length. Dislikes being touched without permission. Dislikes women who wear heavy perfume. Dislikes women who speak loudly...' I could keep going, but honestly, this could all be summarized as 'dislikes women' and save Lucas some ink." Aiden's face remained impassive, but I swore the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "I don't dislike women."

"And I like you too, very much." Our day ended like that. We talk about the small things that we like and not. I learned that Bullet don't like take out food, he prefer home made cook. He don't like too much sweets, he don't like his hands and foot nails getting dirty. He don't want to talk with everyone.

"Stop with your facts, Sam. There's some connection I feel with those eyes!" "What connection, can you be some reasonable?" "What about Max?" "Uh-huh? What?" "His eye color?" "Dark black" "His favorite food?" "Any food" "His favorite subject" "Physics" "Now, my dear Sam isn't it very common for anyone to like!? Any foody, physics, black, common answers, but you can't love anyone who likes these things!?" "you're right. I got your point. Well done, Ms. Love Preacher"