Hated By Life Itself Novels & Stories

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hissed Erito still with his intensely deadly as well as piercing eyesight. “Stop that bullshit! I don’t want to listen to all of them! I hate you! I detest you! I loathe you! You shouldn’t have been born to this world, Erito Ricky! You shouldn’t have appeared in Eriwan’s life! Since the very beginning, you shouldn’t have come into my life and Eriwan’s life! You ought not to have existed! Just go to hell you!”

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

I hated how weak I was. " How utterly pathetic!! You can't even do this," a cruel voice whispered from somewhere inside me. "You can't even end your own suffering." I hated that it was right. I hated me. I hated this body. This fate. This cruel illusion of a second chance. And somewhere, deep down... I hated him. For being kind when he had no reason to be. I wanted to curse the world. Scream at the sky. Rip the stars down from their indifferent heights and throw them back at the gods who cursed me with this existence. But I couldn't even bring myself to do that.

The one person who loved me is gone and I am alone again. I hate this world I was born in. I hate this world I was born in. Even when I managed to experience a new life where I wasn’t Aurelia I still managed to suffer in the end. Maybe it isn’t the world's fault, maybe it is my fault. I hate myself so much. I don’t want to remember this pain anymore. Just let me forget this pain and suffering like the coward I am. No matter how much I want to feel love… I will only suffer in the end…

I wish you would break both your legs while falling off your horse. “You win, take your trophy.” I said, before walking defeatedly into the inner rooms. I hated everything at that moment. I hated my life. I hated the world. I hated the universe. I hated my dad. I hated my dead mother for dying in the first place. I hated Naomi for falling for my dad. I hated Aldrich for coming into my life the way he did. The only thing I didn't hate at that moment was the baby in my stomach, or the one I might have lost, I don't know.

“I hate what he did. And what he didn’t do. I hate that he looked away. That he chose himself. That he let my mother Rüya die.” The air thickened. “But that’s not the fear,” Libra murmured. “That is only the wound.” My breath stuttered. “I’m afraid,” I continued, my voice shaking now, “that if I stop hating him… then it means it didn’t matter. That her suffering didn’t matter. That everything just… disappears.” Libra stepped closer. “And if you keep hating him?” I clenched my jaw. “Then I become him,” I whispered. The world cracked.

She collapsed forward in pain. The second woman screamed, also muffled. "I don’t want your words," I said to them. "I want hers. If she doesn’t speak, you both die." The untouched woman shook, tears pouring down her cheeks as she looked at the silver-eyed woman. The silver-eyed woman grew frantic. Jax growled inside me, disgusted. But I had long sealed my heart behind walls of hatred. "At the next count of three," I said quietly, "I shoot the other."

“The truth is , you don’t even want yourself. If you could become someone else I’m very certain you would do so in a heartbeat. No one wants you, you do not want yourself and I’m sure death itself doesn’t want you. Even if you try to kill yourself right now, you might not die. “ he spat His words hurt me so bad I felt all the bones in my body get weak. I sat down on my bed feeling so defeated. I wished I would just pass out, anything to avoid feeling this pain. “Well, that’s okay because life wants me. I’m alive, right? Life wants me “ I said in weak defense “If life wanted you then maybe you wouldn’t be this miserable. Life hates you that’s why it keeps getting worse for you at every turn i

“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