Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

Hollowed. I looked in the mirror and saw the wolf in my eyes. I wasn’t soft. I wasn’t delicate. And maybe I wasn’t kind. But I had loved him. And he had burned me for it. I sank into the hammock, blanket clutched around my shoulders, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts roared louder than any bar fight. Alone forever? Maybe. But I’d rather be alone than be someone like her. And I’d rather be hated for being real than loved for a lie.

“Go on, call me all you want. I'm happy I finally get to meet you. I always wondered why I was born. Did you choose this fate for me and watch me suffer all these years? It must have been fun seeing how pathetic I was.” “Your decisions shape your fate, I have no hand in that.” “It was my decision to be an orphan too?.” “I owe you no explanation.” Ariel tried to suppress her choked sobs. Even a god could not take the blame for her messy life. “Stop being silly kid, these guys will hunt you down and have you killed the moment they get the slightest idea you're alive. You carry their secrets, it's only convenient they bury them with you. Your emotions will only get you killed. This is a power s

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve called her only to realize that she’s not going to answer. It feels like I’m alone. I have no one.” “You have us,” I instantly assured her. “I know we fucked up, but that doesn’t mean that we won’t be here if you need me.” She sat up and wiped her cheeks. “I know we fucked up, but that’s not the only reason why you want to put a stop to this, is it?” “I’m scared of dying alone,” she whispered. “Right now, I am alone. I have no family, no real friends. I know I have you, and I love all of you. The last thing I want is to have to choose between the four of you.”

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"

I didn't know when I started to cry, I felt miserable and I hated life that very moment. There's nothing worst than suffering in this life and being alone.. No matter how rich and powerful you are, if you don't have loyal friends or happiness.. Life will be a living hell for you.. All this years I've spent my life, working hard thinking that socializing and hanging out with people was a waste of time.. I never realized I was digging a home for myself..

How do you run, how do you fight, how do you defeat, when you have yourself as the enemy, bent on your misery, your thoughts become an ocean in which you drown, how do you deal with hate that your mind holds onto, telling you that you are not worthy of love, that you are not beautiful, not talented. Sometimes, the biggest curse to have is to hate yourself when all you have is yourself in this world to stay afloat. I stare at the stranger who sat across from me in the park, crying her eyes out after her boyfriend dumped her telling her that she is not enough for him. I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value,

"As I was saying, when you're early you get to know those who come late and those who are like you. I've always loved the idea of being alone, helps to have a clear head." To that I silently scoff in disbelief, doubting that he hardly gets a clear head. Someone like him has a head filled with filth. He frowns at me obviously hearing my scoff, but he continues as if he didn't, "While people may think it's a bad thing, I think when some people are alone is when they can be at their best, when they are most dangerous and when they are unpredictable. We are alike, you and I; we both are thought to be lesser than our predecessors and so we are bound to make double the efforts for the same recogni

Henry shouts my name from afar, but his voice is gradually thinning. When my butt against the tough ground, I kneel while touching my butt, “Aigh!” My tears drip out after I encourage myself to stand up. I feel so lonely, and I hate this feeling. I don’t want to face myself in a dark hole. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for my dream. There is no hope for my love. Fuck it! I hate myself in this situation. I can’t even live alone in the dark. I’m bad at dealing with hard situations. I’m bad at dealing with people. I’m bad at dealing with myself.

Caroline said. “I know Caro but, this is my mate I’m talking about. I’ve been too long without him and I refuse to allow some human bitch to best me." I replied. "If she wants him, then she’s going to have to get through me first. For years I’ve been alone and I’m tired. I know that everyone thinks I’m strong and have handled not having a mate. The truth is I’m lonely, Caroline. I hate going to bed by myself. It’s a horrible feeling” I explained. “Anita, I’m so sorry that you have to go through this. You don’t deserve it” she breathed, wrapping me in a hug.

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,