Novel & Cerita Hating Myself Quotes

I could kill every wolf in my pack with what I grow in my greenhouse. That’s the only reason they let me live. No wolf. No rank. Just a healer’s hands that can save a life or stop one. Then the Alpha dies. And his son comes to claim the pack. Tarn. Scarred. Cold. Brutal. The blood heir of the man who murdered my mother. He walks past every ranked she-wolf in the territory. He points at me. “That one.” I can’t refuse a blood claim. But I can use it. He needs a healer because something is killing him from the inside. I need answers because his father destroyed my family and I’ve spent five years starving for the truth. Every time I heal him, the bond between us deepens. Every time it deepens, I hate him a little less. That’s the most dangerous part. His enforcer watches me like he’s waiting for something I haven’t figured out yet. The son of my mother’s killer. The man whose touch makes my greenhouse bloom in winter. The Alpha I was never supposed to want. I told myself I’d let him die. I told myself a lot of things.

When my middle-school-aged daughter underwent surgery for appendicitis, I messaged her homeroom teacher to request a two-week leave of absence. The teacher called back a few minutes later, clearly irritated. “Mrs. Stephens, is your daughter going to take time off during the SATs, too? Other students attend school even with broken legs. Why is Claire the only one demanding special treatment?” I already knew Claire’s teacher was notoriously difficult, so I steadied myself and explained as patiently as I could. “Miss Lawson, an appendectomy is an invasive surgery. Her doctor has specifically ordered at least two weeks of bed rest. I hope you can understand…” Before I could finish, she hung up. Convinced I had made myself clear, I set my phone down and thought no more about it. I never expected Claire to come running home in tears two weeks later. “Mom, Miss Lawson said the advanced class has no place for lazy students like me and that she refuses to teach me anymore. She also said no one needs two weeks to recover from such a minor surgery. She accused me of sleeping around, getting pregnant, and secretly staying home to recover from an abortion.”

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you." His rejection hit me instantly. I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me. I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her. I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably. Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by. But lately, I found that I was pregnant. Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight. As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made. *Only for ages 18 and older.*---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.

Felicia Rivers spends ten years hating me after the death of her first love, Samuel Gardner. No matter how hard I try to please her, she merely sneers in response. "If you really want to make me happy, why don't you just die?" A sharp pain pierces my heart when I hear that. But when a burning roof beam comes crashing down on me, she saves me but dies. As she lies in my arms, she uses the last of her strength to brush away my hand that is holding hers. "Michael Sommerson, how wonderful my life would've been if I hadn't met you…" At her funeral, her mother, Lady Rivers, sobs uncontrollably. "This is all my fault. I never should have forced you to marry him. If I had let you marry Samuel like you wanted, would things have turned out differently today?" Lord Rivers glares at me with hatred in his eyes. "Felicia saved you three times. Why do you only ever bring disaster into her life? Why wasn't it you who died?" Everyone looks back and think Felicia marrying me is a mistake, including myself. In the end, I leap from the top of Star Tower and return to ten years earlier. This time, I decide to sever all ties with Felicia and give everyone the ending they want.

My name is Themis and I am not supposed to be alive. I survived the hunt, saddled with a husband and still I have to waddle my way through so many things to remain alive at the end of the day. The one person I can count on other than myself is my new husband who saved my life from the get go. And my gift of prophecy. Maybe, just maybe, it is also enough to save the Dar Empire too. My name is Themis and this is my story.

Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture. Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis

I am Wyatt Hayes, New York's most eligible bachelor, CEO of Hayes Enterprises. I’m also known as The Reaper, New York’s most feared Mafia Lord. The Reaper is my secret identity, and no one knows I am the man everyone wants to do business with, but will have nightmares about. I am getting engaged with the woman every man has dreams about, except me. She is a business deal. A business deal I will have to break because when I see HER, everything I know about Love seems wrong. She is someone from my past I didn’t see coming. She is a loose end that I have to end or bring into the darkness that is my life. My name is Blake Pierce. I am a promising freelancer journalist who specializes in crime. My friends call me the next Avenger. Bringing criminals to their knees is my passion. I do a better than the police. I am not afraid to bend the law to get the scoop I need. But when I see HIM, I realize that Love and hate walk hand in hand. He is my worst nightmare and the man I have always dreamed of having by my side. Between Love and Hate, there’s only a thin line. Will Wyatt and Blake hate loving each other or love hating one another?

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE THEMES, ELEMENTS OF HARDCORE BDSM, PRAISE KINKS, SLUT-SHAMING KINKS, AND DEGRADATION KINKS. READ WITH CAUTION. (BOOK ONE OF THE DELUCA KINGS SERIES) Serena would do anything to uncover the death of her parents, including sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York, Nero DeLuca. And he knows this, so he strings her along so he can see how far she’s willing to go. *** “Get on your knees,” Nero said. “Excuse me—” “You’re my submissive, and you exist for the sole purpose of my pleasure. I don’t tolerate defiance. When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees.” “Yes,” I replied as I got on my knees, hating how much his commanding tone turned me on. He put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could look at him. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” “Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me that beautiful cunt. I want to see what it looks like before I destroy it with my cock. Tonight, the whole of New York will know you belong to me. I’ll not take anything less than you screaming my name, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel me between your legs for a week.” BOOK TWO IS COMING SOON!! (Nico and Tally’s story)

I found out I was pregnant in the middle of a fight with my husband. How should I tell him without embarrassing myself too much? I decided to ask the Internet, and the netizens gave me a ton of advice based on their years of experience reading novels. One, run away with your unborn baby. Two, pretend to gag over lunch. Three, put his number into the abortion registration form… When he came to me in a frenzy, I belatedly realized, ‘Crap, I think I went too far!’

“Ngh... Stop touching me like that...” I found myself squeezed against a burly man during a trip. Being naturally sensitive, his touch was overwhelmingly stimulating. I could not help but tremble and pant beside him. However, I never expected that halfway through the journey, he would eagerly lift me onto his lap. “The seat’s so hard. Your butt must be sore. Let me give you a proper massage!” By the end of the trip, he had taken everything from me...