Hate Me If You Can Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t do this.” “You’re going to hate me.” “I already do.” He closed his eyes. “Good.” I shoved him off. “Let me be clear,” I whispered, venom in every syllable. “I will never hate you. No matter how hard you try. But if you make me play this part, if you make me stand on the opposite side of a room and pretend you’re nothing to me, I will break. And when I do, don’t expect me to piece myself back together for your benefit.”

I threaten. “If you don’t fuck me right now Hades. I’ll do everything in my power to end what and who you desire” —*

I turned to look back at him, “Hatred? You’re saying it’s okay to hate people?” “To be human is to hate, just as it is to love and fear. What I’m saying is to let yourself feel it. Harness it. Use it against those who would do you harm, and above all,” His voice dropped into a rough growl, “Show no mercy.” Show no mercy. Those three words shattered the dam I’d been constructing my entire life. Each time I let Lucille and Kimberly slap me around. Each time I told myself that fighting against them wasn’t worth it. All that pain, and shame, and hatred came bubbling to the surface.

“Hate me all you want. But you’ll still be mine.” Hema clenched her fists. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

I will do everything within my power to bring Zenith Hells to his knees before me and when I do that, I will make him regret ever doing this to me. ~Hateful Thoughts of Griselda Brownstone~

"I don't know where to go to anymore.. I don't know who to call... I don't know who I can trust anymore... I hate myself... I hate everyone... I hate this life... I hate being born..." "Sshhh... Winter... We love you. There are a lot of people who love you for who you are even if you are not related to them.. We love you..."

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

Also, your initial problem is not being much of a help to your man, why can't you understand that all you can't access is the shop? 'Did I ever ask if you're fond of me? No, because it's obvious! So why can't I hate you? Is my personal freedom of hating others also included to what your main brain wants to ban? You're hateful! Don't you know that? If you can't go to hell, then why don't you just disappear from the face of the earth!'

He smirked. I heard Faeries had all kinds of power, and one was to read people's minds and control them. It was one of the reasons why we were told to hate the Vikanders. They were rumored to control other creatures and make them do things for them. It was wrong and invasive, but they didn't care. "Then you must already know that I hate you! I don't care if you are my mate. You should go to hell because that's where you belong," I cried.