Hating Monday Novels & Stories

; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} There’s nothing more I hate than the sun, especially in summer when the light is blinding and daybreak comes faster than a bullet train. When the light scorches my eyelids, it’s certainly not the highlight of my day.

Dominic For me, Mondays are always the worst day in a week. I slept late last night after rushing my homework in Literature, which was supposed to be done first thing last Friday, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to space some time up to make it; instead, I was up partying and binge drinking all night at some random house party. I ended up wasted the very next day, and it even got extended until the very next day, and yet I woke up thirty minutes earlier than my alarm clock. This is the worst thing that keeps on happening to me.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,

--- POV: Ave --- Monday Morning – Hallway Between Second and Third Period Ave Imani didn’t believe in fairy tales. Not anymore. But the way Blake Monroe looked at her in the hallway that morning made her question everything she’d sworn off since middle school. It was soft. It was stupid. It was dangerous.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

"Damn it!" "She won't answer you," Monica said. Her voice was hollow, dead. "She will," I snapped. "She's just angry. She's lashing out because she's hurt. She wants me to suffer a little, to prove I care. It's a game." "It's not a game, Richard." Monica looked up, and for the first time, her eyes weren't desperate. They were cold. "She hates us. She wants to destroy us. And she's winning."

Time that is usually wasted resting my head in my hands, considering all those aspects of life that I hate. So that's what I'm doing in this particular moment. And because my life is miserable, it takes me a long time. God, I really hate everyone and everything. I hate my stupid coffee shop. It's empty most of the time except for the same five customers who keep coming in every day for some reason I still don't understand. I hate my mom for dying just six months before the world changed, she should've died way sooner. I hate the world for changing in the first place. I hate the whole human race for being so stupid. I hate werewolves for deciding to announce their existence at the worst possi

“You did. You messed up big time Jayden, you did” He turned back to her. “Do you hate me now?” Monalisa said no word but stared at him. "Do you hate me? "You want to know? "Yes I do" "Yes I do hate you. And I do not want you anywhere close to me and close to anything belonging to me. Just stay far away from me, Jayden" "Why? Look. I get it. You're mad at me because what had transpired between us. Look...if you were in my shoes, you would have done same"

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you