Hate Me If You Can Novels & Stories

"I know and I Love you too" "Gag" ****************************

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

she shoots me a killer glare. Oh, God! I can't stand this drama. "I don't get why the hell you are being like this to me, but I am not going to listen to you. So you either comply or I will be forced to make you. If you want to scream you can go ahead but I am sure no one will come to your rescue. I am also sure you can't run so just give it up," I tell her. I run my hands through my hair and tug at the roots in frustration.

Hated myself for it. Fuck.

Victor said, the warning that immediately enraged Stacey whose hands immediately held to the wall, tightening its grasp with such force that the wall began to crunch under her fingertips. "And you? You speak as if you could love someone better than I do! You, who can't even tell what's love and hate apart." Stacey stepped forward and at that moment, Jane who had heard Victor's words stared at him oddly. This is because although from earlier Victor had been answering her with such sarcasm, the last word he said sounded more like care. Although when it came out from his mouth, it hardly sounded like one that is. Victor smiled, "Yes, I can't tell what love and hate is, but do you know sister? A

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"

“No.” Tears streamed down Jamie’s face. “Lucas—he doesn’t know—” Enzo’s smile widened just a fraction. “And he won’t. Because you won’t tell him.” Jamie whispered, barely audible, “ You’re monsters.” Enzo leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur meant only for Jamie. “Now you know,” he said. Jamie looked at him, hollowed out. “ You can scream,” Enzo continued. “ You can hate us. You can dream about California and sunshine and freedom.”

One so high, even she wouldn’t be able to climb it. Even if, deep down, he wanted her to.