Hated By Life Itself Novelas e Histórias

I hate everybody who contributed to my terrible fate. And above all…. I hate myself. Maybe I'd get the happiness I deserve in my next life. Letting myself fall deeper into the cold embrace of the water, my eyes slammed shut.

I smiled bitterly, what's not to believe about that, it's the truth anyway. He hated me, my parents hated me. I hate myself, everyone hates me. What else could I expect? No one ever wants to accept me in their lives. It's my destiny to be hated by everyone, that's not new to me. It's always like this, same old shit.

Ava POV I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my mate, I hate everything, I hate everyone. I hate myself for being the cause of everything, I hate my life for not choosing to be normal and instead caught up in some twisted supernatural series, I hate my mate for taking away everyone I love, I hate everything for not being in my favor for once, I hate everyone because I’m not like them; because I’m not normal like them. I really hate my mate but still he knows what to do to me whenever I’m sad, I get to see his soft other side I always wish for whenever I’m sad; that side I wish I met first and will be permanent.

“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.

lost and doesn't have a place. I have so many reasons to hate my life and myself. I even cursed my life, but I knew it would never be an anathema. Yes, I hated my life, but that was when I was still in my dark moments. I never opened my eyes for hope and colors. I was blinded by pain and sorrow. But then I saw a light, and I lived in it.

If you must hate someone, then hate yourself for doing all those evil deeds. At last, something glimmered in Shawn’s eyes, but they quickly returned to being impassive. “That’s right,” he said. “I destroyed my beloved with my own two hands, so how can I let you live peacefully? We’re all going to hell.”

“Who are you without your hate? Tell me and I will kill you.” I recoiled, the stinging in my chest similar to having been slapped. “Who am I without my hate?” I hissed, the shame within me rising. And as it always did, it morphed into something dark. Something nasty. “Hate is the only thing that’s stayed. It’s the only thing that makes any fucking sense. I destroyed my family. I tore them apart. I failed my brother. I’m a monster in a realm of monsters, and you’re furious I want to get the inevitable over with and have a quick death.”

Once again, Theodore Shaw was glued to his phone. Without thinking, he popped a whole grape into our six-month-old son's mouth. The next second, our baby's face turned bright red as he choked, his tiny arms and legs flailing frantically. Theodore did not even look up from his phone. His apology was careless and dismissive. "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Ever since his first love had added him back as a contact, those words had become his favorite refrain. Panicking, I patted our son's back over and over, tears streaming down my face. At last, he managed to cough up the grape. Theodore glanced at the resentment on my face, then returned his attention to the screen. "I have to get Vivi ti

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All the suffering she has been going through for 5 months. "What's yours will never be mine. And you know the most simple fact. I don't want anything that's yours. I hate everything that is under your possession. I hate even myself." Hunter stared in her eyes. He has no idea but the word 'hate' really hit him hard. No matter how much he tries but the pain he felt hearing the word 'hate' was just something else.