Novel & Cerita Dream That Everyone Hates Me

I am about to be surrounded by darkness again when two strong arms surround me from behind and begin to cradle me. “Nicolette it’s okay… it was just a dream!” I turn around quickly and give a hug to Darren. “Hey quiet.... shhh... I’m here, would you like to tell me what you dreamed of?” I moved away from him to let him breathe and try to stop my tears, and said, “You... you... I hated myself and you didn’t... remember me!” “Don’t worry this can’t happen to me!” “But... but... you can get bored of me in the future!”

I hated myself more than anyone else. I wished I could just stop being me~ Being Reah was sad and I hated it~

A person who is at the top of my hate list. " Eden Waylon" I fucking hate his name, it gives me the creeps when I remember his name. He destroyed my dream with the snap of his finger. I don't want to remember that evil person. Relax... Stassie.. he wants to boil your blood. Don't do that. I took a deep breath and tried to recall the good things in my life, which were none.

He was my best friend. Sure I was mad and I feel like I still am. But hate him? I guess not? "Though, I doubt you have the heart to ever hate me even just a percent," He said with a grin. "Well, sorry to burst your thick little bubble but I do hate you a hundred percent sure!" "Why are you letting me hug you right now then?" I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him. I used my arms as a barrier between our chest. "It's comfortable so shut up!"

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

| Thea's POV | PRESENT DAY "If I happen to find out that you are lying to me— God help you, Dylan, I'll rip your dick and feed it to you." I warned before making my way through the crowd of people staring at us. I hated this- I absolutely despised hurting or threatening people, this was not me. Yet I had to do it, I had to become that assassin who people feared all because of my fucked up uncle. Dylan Brown. I was sent to find out where his boss was, for my 'boss' who also happened to be my adoptive uncle.

I feel so flustered and confused I couldn't choose the right words to say. I stumbled back at the sight before me. A man who looks so familiar yet looks like a complete stranger gives off a painful feeling in my heart. "Just who are you?..." "I, Vanessa Hudgens, hereby reject you, Alexander Moon, as my mate!" The me in my dream said. "Alexander....? T-that... argh..." I groaned as the head ache get's stronger again.

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

I mused and tried to ascertain who it was, but he was swift, and it was like though he vanished. "Some kind of people are manner less" I snapped and furthered. When I was done, I went to the counter to calculate my pay, but I stood in a queue, although I was third in line. I suddenly became mute when I saw someone smile, it looked familiar, but I couldn't see him clearly because he was the first and already done. I wanted to get a glimpse of who he was, but I just couldn't leave the queue. I tried to peep through the line, but he had already gone. I felt sad though but I just had to forget about it after all, the person who claims was my hero was unknown through facial contact. Anyone could

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.