Hated By Life Itself Novelas e Histórias

I've lived my life without his kind and I won't start changing my lifestyle now. I flung my phone to the couch and walked up the stairs to my room not caring that I might get a call later. This is sickening. All of these!...I hate my parents for making me go through this. I hate Blake. I hate him for everything that he's worth which is not saying much. I hate the world for even letting me be born. I hate having to deal with all my life's trouble on my own. I hate that I'm so insecure about everything. Like the universe is against me. I hate that I can't tell anyone about my life. Cause they'll leave. Like Fabrico just did. I wasn't even worth it.

My heart wasn’t just broken; it had been ripped from my chest with jagged claws. I hated them all. I hated the bullies for hurting me, for making me weak. I hated the Alpha for hiding me in the basement. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been forced to sneak out in the snow. My baby would have lived. I hated the Moon Goddess for making a fool out of me. Why had she paired me with Hunter? Bile rose in my throat. I’d killed my own child. Deep down, I knew that I hated myself most of all. It had been my body that had failed her. My weakness.

The real reason my son was killed! All my life I have tried my best not to hate anybody. I believed that people acted the way they did because something in their lives wasn’t entirely right. I rationalized a lot! This time around, however, I couldn’t help myself. I hated the hunter! I felt like leaping over the rows of benches and ripping out his throat in front of everyone. I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt us.

"Because I want to kill him, crushed him until I can no longer see his disgusting appearance." "How can you say that? You're going to be his wife. It is only right to support him but what you're trying to do is destroying him," he protested. "But that is what I wanted to do, to destroy him." I clenched my fist as if Hades is inside my palm while crushing him into pieces. "Haven't you felt this way at least once in your life?" I asked. That life I thought was beautiful but it was the ugliest life that I didn't want to go back.

“Hahahhaha… This is so fun. Don't get scared yet, Mother. “I hate you. I hate you with everything in me, Anny.” “Not like I love you either. The thing is that the feeling is mutual. I also hate you with everything in me. If I don't, I wouldn't be planning on how to take you away from this beautiful world.” “A stillborn child is better than you who saw the light of the world.” “I know that, right? You're probably regretting why I wasn't born a stillborn.” “You're right. I regret not killing you on the day you were born.”

“When hate outweighs love, and your will is strong enough, the Moon Goddess will give you the right to choose.” “I hate him,” I’d spat, my teeth clenched. “I hate him with every fiber of my being.” Once I’d repaid Scott for saving my life in our past life, all I had left for him was pure hatred. Every time I remembered how Scott humiliated me, his cold stare, his cutting words—“If you really want to please me, just disappear from my world”—I felt a sharp sting. Now I had a new life, in this small town in the Pacific Northwest, always shrouded in fog.

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell. I hated this. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated the whole fucking world.

“Compared to them, you are nothing. No, you are less than nothing.” I shouldn’t be, but I’m startled by the vitriol of his words. I should be used to it, but I’m not. I’m speechless, processing, not coming up with a reply. I won’t cry for him. I won’t beg. I won’t apologize. But I will stare and wonder how so much hate can live in one person without driving them insane. What kind of life does he live, to carry that around? Then I pity him. Someone who only wants destruction doesn’t know how to build.

I could feel the crazy stares I kept on getting from everyone in the bus,as theycontinued to whisper small things to one another which made it obvious they were referring to me,bit I did not really seem to care cause I felt a deeper pain in my insides at the moment. Does any one even love me ? Why does my life always have to be this way? Just when I thought everything was finally playing out well with me this just had to happen? I asked myself continuously bit still unable to get any self defined answer. Gathering my self up as I had made a decision that was leaving for good, cause I could not continue to force myself on someone who doesn't even love me,and aside that I could not come with s