Hate Me Less 소설 & 이야기

Her grandmother immediately rushed over. "Oh, sweetheart." Oindrila threw herself into the older woman's arms. The elderly lady's heart broke as she listened to her granddaughter sob. "They hate me, Granny." Her voice trembled. "No matter what I do, they hate me." Her grandmother hugged her tightly. "I know, my child." "They say horrible things about Mom and Dad." The old woman closed her eyes. Pain flashed across her wrinkled face. Because she knew exactly what Oindrila was experiencing.

The raw pain in his voice when he spoke of my hatred for him sent a pang through my heart. I was about to call out to him, my voice hanging on the tip of my tongue, but he continued, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Well, I don't blame you. Mostly, everyone hates me. The few ones that show me love end up leaving me or asking for something in return for the love they've shown me." He chuckled, but it was a bitter, humorless sound, a defense mechanism to mask his inner turmoil.

"I just wanted to talk to you ...I know that you probably hate me a lot right now but you need to listen to me. What you heard in here...." "Why do you think I will hate you? I think that you are thinking too much because I really don't hate you at all. It's not that deep. I just don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't want to take you back. I hope you can understand this!" I said.

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “Why do you hate me so

I sighed, running my hand down my face, wiping away sweat even though the air conditioner was on in full blast. "Oh and for the record, I don't care who you are or what you think about me okay? You're not my friend, you're not my brother you're not my boyfriend, you're no one important so I couldn't give a rat's ass about your opinions about me and even if I did decide to do any of the things you say I'm doing then that's my decisions to make, and you can be rest assured that I will be doing just that because I'm grown."

"There, that is it. You just don't hate me, Blake. You hate women as a whole, and I need you to tell me what the hell is wrong. What had happened to you to make you hate us so much? Yes, a lot of ladies might be materialistic and may have come to you for your money, but there is no reason for you to despise us like this.” “There are a lot of good ladies out there and you are hurting yourself by being harsh and unkind to us. No matter what some lady out there has done to you, you need to free yourself from this pain you feel and allow love and warmth to fill you up. Living with hate is a terrible thing and I talk as someone who has to shed off her hate daily." I said in a calm tone. He stood

I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling. Then I pulled the duvet over my head and closed my eyes. *** Layla’s POV I stood in the hallway outside his bedroom and breathed. The anger was still running through me — bright and hot and looking for somewhere to go. I pressed my back against the wall for a moment and let it move through me until it settled into something more manageable. I hate him. I said it again in my head just to make sure it was still true. It was. Fully and completely true.

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

Enzo said quietly. Jamie pretended not to listen. Matteo’s eyes never left Jamie’s face. “He wants me to react,” Matteo replied. “And?” “And I won’t.” Jamie’s chest tightened. He hated that. Hated that he felt seen. “Stop talking about me like I'm not here. You’re insufferable,” Jamie muttered. Matteo’s mouth curved slightly. “I know.” That smile. That controlled, deliberate restraint. It was worse than anger. Jamie took a step closer to the desk.

“I love you, we can still make this work, I just don't like seeing you with him.” I stared at him. “Who I stand next to isn't your business anymore.” I shook my head. “And don't tell me you love me, you don't cheat on someone you love. You don’t let another woman humiliate someone you love. And you definitely don’t stand there and call someone you love a whore.” “Leave me alone.” His hope shattered. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t wait outside my classes. Don’t corner me in hallways like this.”