Hate Me Less Novels & Stories

Never ending shivers are leaving my body. He removed his hands around me as I immediately got up. I closed my eyes as I let my tears out. I loathe myself for not being able to save myself. I hate how I got crushed like an ant in his presence. I detest myself more than him. I looked as him in resentment as i said in anger, "I hate your very existence!" I let out soft sob and began to leave as I heard him say, "I know that, No one loves me anyways"

“Trying to figure out if you are gay enough for Peter.” “I'm not gay,” I spat. He nodded. “I know,’’ he smiled. “That's why I talked Peter out of a fake relationship with you and focused on himself and meeting new people.” I swallowed hard. If we weren't in public I would have punched him. “Look,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “I know you have a problem with my family, but I was trying to look past the hatred we have for each other's family. But now I'm beginning to see why my father hates all of you.”

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

“My memories.” His eyes met hers. “Your memories too.” Evelyn swallowed. “Can you control it?” “For now.” “And when you can’t?” Alexander looked away. “Then you won’t be talking to me anymore.” Evelyn shook her head. “No.” “Evelyn.” “No.” “You have to understand.” “I understand that you’re still in there.” “That might not matter.” “It matters to me.” He looked at her. She stepped closer. “You told me once that hatred was safer than love.”

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

“When Sophia told me, I didn’t believe her. I didn’t expect you to have fallen this far. You’ve just graduated, and already you’re thinking about staying out and fooling around. After all these years, I still failed to raise you properly. You’re just like the useless people who run the second they’re asked to carry family responsibility. The Colobo family can’t afford that kind of shame.” Pain struck hard in my chest. So that was how he saw me now. “That’s not it,” I said, my voice unsteady. “I’m moving out because the day after tomorrow, I’m going to…” “Do whatever you want.” His shout cut off the rest of my words. The way he looked at me was no different from the way he would look at a str

The tears came thick and fast, and I couldn't stop them. I hit my head with my palms, pulling at my hair in a fit of pure frustration. I hate her. I loathe her. I wish she'd just drop dead. No, you don't. Of course I don't! I screamed internally. I still liked her, and that was why it hurt so much. I'd had hope. For one stupid moment, I'd had hope that things were finally different, and she'd crushed it on a whim. Like I was nothing.

Just the truth delivered directly. "Drop the suit," I said again. "Leave the city. Start over somewhere clean. Find the version of yourself that does not need to take things from people to feel like she has something. I believe that version exists. I have seen glimpses of it. But she cannot exist here. Not in this city with this situation and this lawsuit and everything you have built around it." Vivienne looked at me. The composure in place. Reading me. Calculating. "And if I don't?" she said.

"I understand Mike but you know that for a it takes quite long for a pain to heal. She doesn't hate you brother. She might be just afraid of maybe scared. I don't know if she loves you but she doesn't at all hate you brother. I think she is just afraid of facing what you made her pass through all over again. "If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.

It made me feel more miserable and pathetic. "Just be with me please?.." I begged though I know it will never work. "GO DIE, CEDRIC!" "I never wished to hurt even a single strand of your hair. But if you continue to act like this I don't have a choice but to make you experience my wrath. You have to know, no matter how much I love you, there's still a limit to my patience." "Ha! Do you think that'll make me want you? You're only making me hate you more!" She shouted.