Dream That Everyone Hates Me Novels & Stories

Just like Ryan. I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. The pain inside me was too much. I felt like I was suffocating under it. Why does everyone I love… hurt me? “Ryan… Kian… Diane… Ava…” I breathed, hatred and heartbreak twisting together. They’ve all turned my life into a nightmare. One I can’t seem to wake up from. “I wish I never met any of them,” I whispered through gritted teeth, tears still slipping down hot and fast. “I wish I never knew any of them…”

Food doesn’t do bad things to people, especially to good people. I sighed remembering everything that happened last night but what irritated me more is the dream I was having this morning. How could I have such dreams in this condition especially with fucking Alpha Aiden?! Why must I have to dream about him when there are 7 billion people in the world ?! It’s really annoying that he could get into my dreams but this will be the last time, I’m going to guard and control my mind from now on. ”Arghhhhh!” I shouted , really pissed at myself but I blame it on the cold freezing weather in this shitty dungeon.

As long as I can remember, I have always treated her like a friend. “ Why do I hate you? Isn't it obvious? Everywhere we go, people seem to only see you and treat me like I don't exist. Everyone praises you. You get to be loved and adored by everyone without even doing anything while I? I have to struggle to please people. I even get snubbed. That's why I hate you Everly.I dream about killing you every night but that would not be able to satiate the hatred I have for you. Is that enough or should I continue?” Kiran sneered.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

Everyone who had once loved me was slowly starting to hate me instead. ****

I ask, he looks at me sadly, but nods. I don’t walk too far away, just to the side of the motel. I want to scream. I want all of this to disappear. To wake up tomorrow back in Liam’s bed and all of this was a big dream. I love my circle, but hate my life.

"I hate you more than anything in this world." "I hate myself more." The confession escaped my lips before I could stop it. I stopped walking. She stopped too. My men stopped around us, forming a dark circle. "For still feeling this attraction to you. For still wanting you. For still… dreaming about you." "Dreaming?" She laughed. A bitter, broken laugh. "You don't dream about me, Marcus. You have nightmares about me. Because I'm the only one who ever said no to you. I'm the only one who ever escaped."

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

“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.”