Hating Monday Novels & Stories

There’s nothing mom can do to stop me, unless she kill me of cos. Just when I thought everything is normal and shiny, the rain fell heavily. ________________ #Cheryl This rain is one thing I like and I don’t, I like when it fell on me, I hate when it makes me cold. Surprisingly, me and Hans had same class today, oh maybe it cos English classes are sometimes general, and I can’t help but notice this hatred glance the new guy is throwing at him.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Monica barely stands to look at Melissa without hate much more being nice, that would be more than a huge slap In the face. "I rather die" She scoffed. "Well, not yet," Anglo said Monica blinked, her tongue ran over her lower lips as she cleared her throat then swallowed. Her hands immediately went under her breast as she glared at Anglo. Of all of Williams's workers, she hates two people with passion. Those two are Anglo and Jake. She hates Anglo because he clearly hates her and she hates Jake because she feels Jake like Melissa. Not just normal like, they seem to have something for each other.

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

I tell him through clenched teeth, cursing at myself for being this damn reactive to him. "I know, and I hate you so fucking much at this moment. I hate you and I will not care about the consequences of what I'm about to do to you. I hate you so fucking much that I will not hold myself back this time. I hate you so goddamn much and I'm going to ruin you for any man that isn't me. Not him. And not any goddamn other. " I have got to be sick in the head for those words to make my pussy clench against my fucking thong and my heart to beat wildly against my chest.

Flynn directed his question at Jeremy who nodded his head and said, “Yes… I am sorry this had to happen but I love Chase and… “You are fucking shitting me right now. I can’t… I can’t listen to this.” He said in stutters, as he turned and left as his ex boyfriend shouted after him, “Once again, I am very sorry about your mum?” But Flynn didn’t even care to listen as he drove out of there to lodged himself in a motel.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Jamey I hate Mondays, I hate work, I hate people, I hate noise, in short, I hate everything except money, power, and respect, maybe a good smoke once in a while, but that was very rare. I'm woken up by an annoying sound coming from somewhere below me. "What in the world… is too early for this shit?" I mutter, slowly getting out of bed. I clench my jaw as I try to find the source of my annoyance. I scan through my third floor…Nothing, my second floor… Nothing, my first floor nothing. As I'm waiting for the elevator to open on the ground floor, my hands are already visibly shaking, my jaw clenched tighter, and I can hear the blood rushing to my head. DING... the doors open. Like prey that know

DANIKA Mondays are usually great and exciting days for me but for certain reasons, this Monday is a horrible one. First, I woke up extremely late and had to rush through my morning routine. Then, I went to the kitchen to have breakfast only to find out that my evil younger brother who goes by the name, Cade, had just finished both his breakfast and my breakfast! I went to school with an empty stomach and also ended up with a detention slip for coming to school so late. As if it wasn't enough, I realized that I didn't do my homework! Here comes the worst part. Our maths teacher decided that out of the blue, he would give us a maths test! I feel like I'm really going to pull out my hair becaus

That is how pissed I am. "God, I hate Mondays," I groaned into my pillow, my voice half scream, half whine. My throat was already tired from complaining to myself, but that did not stop me. Maybe if I screamed long enough, the universe would pity me and cancel work altogether. For a second, a ridiculous idea popped into my head. What if I just texted Dominic? Something like: 'Hey boss, your baby says he or she is too lazy to face the world today, so we are staying in bed. Doctor's orders.' I actually snorted into the pillow at the thought. Can you imagine his face? That eyebrow he raises when he thinks I have lost it. God forbid he actually takes me seriously and says, "Fine, take the whole