Hate Me If You Can Mga Nobela at Kwento

Madam Ye's entire body trembled uncontrollably. The fear of barely escaping the grasp of the Grim Reaper pushed her further to the brink of collapsing. "Mateo said coldly, ""If I kill you, I'm afraid that I would dirty my hands and the Hans family's name with your blood. I fear that my mom would turn over in her grave and nag me for putting shame on the Hans family. But if I don't kill you, I don't think I can bear to live with the hatred. What do you think I should do?"""

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!"

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

He stops fighting at once, and just stares at me, not breathing, his mouth agape, his eyes so wide it doesn’t seem humanly possible. “Don’t,” he manages at last. “P-please. Don’t.” I’m not moving, and neither is he. The sensation of having him at my mercy is intoxicating. A single movement of my hand could end in him gagging on his own blood. The worst part is that I actually want to do it. I want to see him bleed. I want him to be hurt. The consequences seem irrelevant. It’s strange how you can come to hate someone so much in a matter of just a few days.

“You think that you’re so great just because you’re rich? Do you think that you can buy everything in this world just because you have money? Let me tell you, I don’t need any conditions. You will never be able to make up for the harm that you have done to me nor alleviate my hatred for you no matter what conditions you give me! “I hate you!”

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.

YOU WANNA BE AN ALFA SO YOU CAN BE WITH THAT MAIDEN, RIGHT? "I... Want..." "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "I WANT TO FUCK KARTIKA TILL THE LAST OF OUR BREATH!!" "I KNOW THAT HUMANS ARE BAD, BUT YOU ARE THE WORST HUMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN. I DO HATE YOU BUT SEEING THE DEPRESSED YOU LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING I HATE EVEN MORE. I’LL LEND YOU MY POWER TILL IT’S OVER. YOU CAN HAVE THIS POWER ONCE YOU MATCH ME SOMEDAY."

"Farhan hates you...Preeti hates you and last but not least...your dear Eyshana hates you too, more than you can ever imagine" "NOO...SHE DOESN'T HATE ME...SHE LOVES ME...SHE FUCKING LOVES ME...DID YOU HEAR ME...SHE LOVES ME" I roared not accepting the fact that she hates me. Rage...anger...resentment hit me like a powerful hurricane, swirling all my emotions, blending them together creating this extreme intensified state of emotion awakening in me as I raised my fist and slammed it right into the mirror smashing it into pieces.

At least I would get paid for one of thia. “I don't think you are a slut, infact you are my hardest obstacle. And I want you how you are without a single damm alteration to you or change. Stay the way you are, show me any bastards that you to change and I would make the person's exit from earth so much painful that he or she would regret it's entire existence and wish that it died while being given birth to.” He said, growling like he wanted to attack a non-existent hater.

- I bang the arm of the chair with my fist in irritation. - Listen well. You're nobody, you hear? No one, to say how people should feel. If I feel hate? Of course yes. If I'm dying to rip you apart for everything you've done? It is the purest truth in existence. It's not you who's going to choose whether or not I live unborn, it's not you who's going to make me angry to feel like I'm the reason to do something, it's not you... - I pause to take a deep breath.