Dream That Everyone Hates Me Novels & Stories

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I couldn’t scroll through I*******m, T*****r, TikTok, or even check my email without seeing my own face plastered across some dramatic headline. Clips of the kiss, the kiss I swore I’d already locked in the back of my mind where it couldn’t touch me were everywhere. People slowed it down, zoomed in, made edits with love songs, breakup songs, dramatic violin music… name it, someone had already done it. And the comments? Lord, the comments were worse than the actual videos. “She never got over him.” “Look at her eyes before she kissed him back. That’s not hate.” “Enemies-to-lovers trope but in real life.”

He growled, his voice low, vibrating with controlled fury. My heart drops, and the words hit harder than expected. What’s with his mood swings? One second, he’s saving me, and the next one he turns into a malicious judgey monster. “Are you seriously judging me?” I shot back. How dare he? “Oh, I’m sure you have a lot to say, You know nothing about love, Mr. Ice Man, you think I didn't see you, always bringing different girls to the house, disturbing the house with your sexual escapades, you know nothing of love, so don’t you dare judge me” My hand flew to my mouth, I can't believe I just said that.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

“Once in college, Damen and his lab partner went out on a date.” “What no! Stop!” He tried to stop her. “The girl was allergic to sunflower seeds. She didn't know it at that point. She had a severe attack after having only one bite from her salad. He got so scared. He thought she was dying, and he almost started crying.” She said between fits of laughter. “What?” Penelope laughed. Damen was so embarrassed. He covered his face with his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He shook his head. “Ah! It's fine we are all friends. And friends should know about each other's embarrassing moments.” She patted her shoulder.

“Ethan is my redemption. He will probably hate me when he’s older. But he’s too young to do that now---he will love me until that dreadful day comes.” Brandon reached for my hand. I normally kept our distance and maintained a healthy and professional demeanor between us. This time, I let him. It had been a week but at night, I wake up to dreams. Me and my family and the Christmas Eve scene over and over again. They hate me. So much that they want me dead. And now that I’ve put them in prison----that hate could’ve doubled, tripled maybe. “Do you really want to do this?” I nodded.

"I'm terrified. I love them. All of them. And I don't know how to love one without hurting the others. Every time I'm with one, I feel guilty about the other two. Every time I'm alone, I feel like I'm betraying all of them." "And you haven't told them? About each other?" "Haruto knows about Marcus. Vaguely. Marcus knows about Haruto. Vaguely. Julian knows about both. I think. He figured it out." I rub my temples. "But they don't know about each other. Not really. Not the full picture." Sadie whistles low. "And when they find out?" "I don't know. That's what the dream was. That's what keeps me up at night." I look at her. "In the dream, they were pointing guns at each other. Fighting over who

I smiled bitterly, what's not to believe about that, it's the truth anyway. He hated me, my parents hated me. I hate myself, everyone hates me. What else could I expect? No one ever wants to accept me in their lives. It's my destiny to be hated by everyone, that's not new to me. It's always like this, same old shit.

Void just watched me from the window, doing nothing. "I... I've been having these dreams," I sniffled. "In that dream, I was younger. And so was my sister. She and my father hated me so much, I never understood why. I have always prayed for it to just be a dream, but hearing this now, it's confirmed. They hate me." I plonked myself on the bed, releasing more tears. For a long time, I wept. And Void just watched. "What do you want?" He asked finally, his voice deep and grumpy. It was that tone he used when he was upset and about to do something nasty.

Every single person I cared about. And I didn’t even have the right to ask for forgiveness. Jaxson hated me now. I could see it in his eyes, even if he tried to hide it. Nova hated me too—her glare said enough. Ryder and Cole… they despised me. They wanted me gone. Dead, even. And me? I hated myself more than any of them ever could. The tears kept coming, hot and endless. My body shook violently as sobs tore out of me. Every breath felt like swallowing glass.