Hating Monday Novels & Stories

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Shut the hell up, you f**king clock!” I shouted as I reached for the noisy thing on the nightstand and the alarm clock turned into pieces as I threw it to the wall. Monday, and I really hate this day. But no matter how much I hate it, it still comes. It's like a lifetime curse that you cannot run away from. Like, who the hell likes Monday? Well, I do like it if there are no classes.

At the sight of Emerson's naked body. This cannot go on. It's far from what I should be doing. When you hate someone, you hate them. The clear look of disgust, the unknown glares and all those shit. There's no fucking them or wanting to fuck them again after the first time, because that's exactly what's happening. I need to stop thinking of my nails raking down his back and me beneath him with our bodies pressed to each other and go back to thinking of my fist in his face. Especially if I'll drive Emerson Ford out of here– something I won't do with this new sentiment.

Harry arrived his office quite late, the traffic had delayed him and left him worn-out, if there was anything he detested in life ,that was being patient under the traffic. Lagos traffic on Mondays are not what one should laugh about,if you had to get to your destination in time, one had to wake up early enough to beat it . The constant blowing of horns and big luxurious vehicles made his journey almost impossible. But this was what he faced from time to time, he was use to it and so he had to deal with it everytime.

"Good to know that. And Kim Tanawat, do you think I care? No..I will never. So you better stop and wipe your tears. Dad is here. We are going for my Grandma's party. So get ready. And remember he is not your Dad. He is my Dad. So don't you dare address him as your Dad when speaking to me." "AROON, I HATE YOU ! W..why can't you just k..kill me ? Please kill me already and end...this." Dae said sobbing. "No. I won't let you die so easily. You should suffer for all that you have done to me. You will soon hate me more." "pêe chaai, I don't know what I have done. I have never done something bad to you. Please tell me the reason for your hatred." Dae said, now sobbing and crying hard.

we looked up to where his voice came from and we were met by a still very furious looking Xander. "And yes Aneesa, remember to come to work early on Monday"he said before turning his back to leave us there totally speechless. Reena surprised at her cousin sudden cold attitude tries to assure me that it was okay and that he was just having a very bad day having seen her at the club after several cases of him telling her not to come out late in the night. We then left the club and headed home but not before Reena insisted she wasn't going because of her overly rude cousin but due to the fact that I was totally trumatised, heading home I remained totally silent due to the fact that I was trying

“Only on Holidays. My Birthday. Mondays. When I’m feeling sorry for myself. You?” “From time to time. What do you have against Monday’s?” She placed the bottle to her lips and tilted it back. Though this time she stopped the flow with her tongue. Julian took a generous drink of his, before turning his body on the stool to face her. “Well, it’s the first day after the weekend. Tuesday isn’t Monday. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is for throw backs. Friday is just Saturday which starts later. Sunday is just a lazier Saturday. Monday is where it all goes downhill.”

At least I prevented the raining shouts and arguments that would have transpired between me and my mom but still, the distaste of Mondays was one thing I could never get rid off. I sometimes wonder why Monday to Friday was five days but Friday to Monday is a whole different story, short, too short that all I could think of is when next it would be Friday again. It was Monday only and I already felt the same.

LUCY'S POV I hate Mondays. If anyone says they like it, It's going to be hard to stop myself from smacking them. What's good about waking up after relaxing for two days doing absolutely nothing, and then heading to school early because you have a test. I swear these teacher know what they do. I think they have secret meetings where they plan to give all their tests on Mondays knowing that students won't be prepared. I glance down at the paper on my desk with despair. We have a pop quiz on maths today and I didn't study. How could I, with all the distractions I've had the past week. Not that it would make a difference though.