Hate Me Less Novels & Stories

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

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!"

XD pointed out but Xander rolled his eyes and said, “That was so middle school. You haven’t been with any other girl since then, unless you are still nursing a broken heart.” “I am XD….I don’t do love. I have never and will never fall for any person.That is a promise.” XD said crossing his arms across his chest as Xander said, “You would be surprised, you will meet the love of your life sooner than you would even expect. And when that time comes you owe me a house and five cars.” “Deal.” XD said as Xander turned to grin at him.

Hi, I just meet this awesome girl who help me editing this book. I truly appreciate your effort dear. I can't thank you enough... Thank you... Tiwana0768 Archer PoV "I am not going to marry anyone, most certainly not a women I don't know or even exist. To hell with your stupid business." I snap angrily towards my father and my grand father.

I silently hoped she got every single emotion, every word that gnawed at my heart. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless either. Don’t hate someone I don’t hate. Don’t hate someone I love.

I groan, rolling my eyes. She giggles, taking her seat to continue eating. “Finally, my prayers have been heard. I give you 5 days to finally get over whatever is between you and finally take it off!” I sigh exhaustedly, as she adds. “You probably just need a good hate-fuck to get it all out of your systems and you two will be living happily ever after before you can scream ‘spank me harder’.” I gasp, throwing a napkin at her that she catches effortlessly. “You pervert!”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

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.

Harshly holding her posture together to not lose before me. I stared at her face for a few seconds. That was the moment I understood- Only ‘hate’ could exist between us. Nothing more, nothing less. “And now you will hate me more, I will give you reasons to do that.” I enunciated. Holding my head high, I rose from the ground, brushing the dust from my shirt, looking down at her as she was inferior. ‘Let’s murder whatever we have. There was no point in it anyways.’ I thought coldly.

"Even if you hate me, you don't need to get someone to humiliate me." "Humiliate? Why would I? I didn't, Liv."