Hated By Life Itself 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"

I knew he was nasty sometimes but I thought that was just him being a moody guy… He thought I was why Uncle Austin died? My heart felt like it was breaking from the inside out. I wanted to open my eyes. See that it was him. But they did not want to open. Why would he say such things? Why would he believe such things? Uncle Austin was my hero. I would hate if I had been the reason he died. No wonder Lachlan hated me… Can you cry if your are dead? No not dead. Asleep? Paralysed… what am I? I didn’t even know anymore. Stuck in between life and death perhaps…

"You took it all and came back strong. You didn't back down, didn't run away. Cora, you're the strongest person I know." I feel extremely uncomfortable by the praise, and so happy that he finally thanked me for saving his life and apologizing for treating me so terribly. That's all I've ever wanted. "Why...why did you do it?" I hesitantly asked. "Why do you hate me?" "I don't hate you," he's quick to say. "I mean, I thought I hated you. But my anger was misplaced. I was angry at my father for..." His voice trails off. "It doesn't matter. No explanation I give can excuse the way I treated you. No one should be treated that way. Bullying is wrong, always. It doesn't matter what issues I'm goin

"My moon goddess, I thought you had given up on me. I thought you hated monsters like me, the same as everyone else...I don't, I don't want to be a monster. I don't want to be born in a way that killed my mother. I, I hated myself..." "I don't know why I came into this world with a curse. I hate myself and my kind. I despise them for their cruelty and madness. I loathe their enjoyment of going to town to kill and rape. I think they are evil. I was ashamed to be one of them. So I killed them, I killed all my kind in the forbidden valley."

What could I have done that was so terrible, that he would send me to the dungeons. I felt like I wanted to die. It is the worse feeling, when your soul feels like a bottomless pit of shit. Right now, I hate myself, I hate my blood line, I hate my destiny and I hate the goddess or whatever she calls herself these days. My Life was good up until some days ago, why did she have to interfere?

He, who had long been all too familiar with the torments of life, certainly wouldn’t care; he had lived in solitude and could even fall into death at any moment. Even if he were to lose now, it certainly wouldn’t be a problem for him. After all, defeat is a part of life, and it makes everyone aware of their own limitations. As for him now, the only other thing that had allowed him to reach his current level was hatred—hatred toward everyone who had a better life than he did. People who haven’t suffered as he once did—when he was the subject of his own family’s experiments. When he was tortured until he lost consciousness; even when he was unconscious, they never stopped until he was in excru

Each beat seemed to mock me, each pulse a drumbeat of my own weakness. And the ache, the raw, bitter pain, spread through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just longing. It was a fierce, aching hunger wrapped in shame. I hated that I craved him, that my body, my mind, my blood betrayed me even as every instinct screamed to push him away. The pain was sharp, gnawing, and inescapable. I hated it. Hated him. Hated myself. And yet… I couldn’t stop craving every inch of him.

He was beautiful the way certain storms are beautiful, the kind you watch through glass and feel grateful for the wall between you. I felt something move through me that I hated. I couldn't do that to myself. I didn't feel love for Zade. Let the goddess forbid! Not love. I would not call it that. But something adjacent to it that lived in the same neighborhood and borrowed its clothes. I hated him for being beautiful. I hated myself more for noticing. I hated the goddess for joining me to my arch enemy. An enemy I had since I was twelve. "You are my mate, Alpha Zade," I said.

“In his sick, twisted mind, he had delivered his justice but in reality, Kristine, he had only worsened things for him.” “He didn’t. He hadn’t. He is just continuing his life lifelessly. That is why I want you to be there for him. Help him, please?” Covering my mouth with tears spilling, the grief of the loss, Rose’s hatred, Antler’s state, everything was too hard for me to comprehend. “Look how horrible this life is, Zayne. One day the same will happen to us too.” Pulling away, I stood up. The outcome of this life, the hatred for it began to rise. People betray, they lie, they hurt each other. I didn’t want that for myself.

I had been hurt for so long that my body was slowly becoming numb to pain. I walked back to my mother’s tomb with two roses clenched in my fist. I slumped down in front of the grave and dropped the flower at the far end of the tombstone, away from the others. “I hate you,” I whispered the words that I had constantly said to her while she was still alive. “I hate you so much that I wish I had died the moment you gave me life.” “I hate you so much that I curse myself whenever I come here. I wish I could never love you or think about your death, but I can't, and I hate myself for that.” My voice was already breaking, and I couldn't hold in the tears anymore.