Hate Me Less Novels & Stories

Sitting in the middle of the weird looking machines, I sighed for the thirteenth time, loving the feeling of her words that had sparked another wave of hatred in my gut. Was I happy for holding hatred in such a younger age? the answer was a simple, yes. Cause why not? People should get what they deserve. Humming the tune that I wrote a few days ago, I got in the rhythmic music that played in my mind. “Take a deep breath, Make both sides of your chest numb, until it hurts a bit, breathe more. There is nothing left inside of you, until you feel. It’s okay even if you’re out of breath,

Someone stripped down to the bone, raw and grieving, standing in the ruins of what he had helped destroy. I wanted to hate him. God, I wanted to hate him. But I ended up loving him, I thought I hated him I’d told myself I did. Over and over. I’d whispered it like a prayer, like a mantra, something to keep the memories at bay. I had clung to the hate because it was safer than the pain. Safer than hope. But hate didn’t feel like this.

His jaw was clenched so hard it ached. He didn’t want to feel this way. Didn’t want her to make him feel this way. But the echo of her voice — her fire, her defiance — still lingered in his mind like a melody he couldn’t shake. “I’ll never let you treat me like I’m disposable,” she had said back there. Not with fear. Not with anger. But with hurt. That had undone him more than anything. He pulled the car to a slow stop outside her apartment — the one he insisted she stay in for safety — and killed the engine.

The day the Grahams brought me home, my three older sisters made it clear that I wasn't welcome. My eldest sister, Sydney, instructed the household staff to remove the chair that had been set out for me. My second eldest sister, Sloane, glanced at the pulled-up hoodie and baseball cap covering my face and sneered. My third eldest sister, Sutton, went even further. She wrapped an arm around Seth and introduced him to her livestream audience. "Meet my one and only little brother." Well. No surprise there for me. When I was just three days old, Sydney, Sloane, and Sutton, all obsessed with looks, had cried and begged our parents to exchange me for a better-looking baby. Sydney star

I asked. “Yes,” he replied. There was no pity in his voice, no sorry. Just the hard truth. I looked away at the dirty floor, the shadows. “ I hate them,” I said. “Lucien, Mealis, the elders, the pack, I hate all of them” I shouted, my voice vibrating throughout the room. “Good” I looked back at him. “Hate keeps you alive, when everything is gone, you need to use it” he said. The heat in my chest moved again, like it agreed to what he said, like It wanted out.

lianor, I know that you hated me, and I understand you, I understand you, because me too, me too I hated myself, me too I hate myself, me too I will always hate myself, whatever happens, whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you choose, because that's what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, cannot be forgotten, cannot be betrayed, cannot be lied to, cannot be hidden, cannot be fled, but can hate itself, detest itself, reject itself, hurt itself, destroy itself, annihilate itself, erase itself, forget itself, everything, everything, everything". I look at her, I look at her and I cry, I cry all the tears I have not cried, all the tears I have held back, all th

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

The silver lining to the dark clouds as they say. Little did I know, you where just another lesson to be learnt, the only difference being, I didn't come out of it being stronger, this time I came out of it being dead. .......................................................... #Day 32 You can't so easily uproot the love for someone....it takes years to just lessen it if not completely distinguish it. Same goes for hate. And I bloody hate you. But you know what is funny, I don't want to hate you, because it burns me to my very core, not letting me sleep at night and I don't freaking want you to have that power over me.

I hate him so much. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 🌝🌝🌝. How?

he spoke his words and I all the hatred in me for hIm started to go away. How can I hate him? How can I hate him anymore? Or blame him? "You just dropped a bomb on me. And now sayIng thIs sweet words. What am I goIng to do??!!!" I yelled at hIm as he looked straIght at me. "Just be wIth me In my last days. " he saId as I hIt hIm agaIn. "Don't say words lIke thIs. We are goIng to fInd a match for you. From any where, I'm any amount. " I saId as I hugged hIm.