Hating Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

She wanted to be strong for him yet with a contemptuous look in his eyes, his words struck a painful chord inside of her. “ You think I would accept you?" Nora Rigby stared at the handsome yet cold looking face of her mate, Carlos Alberto, the future Alpha of Eagle pack. "I am your mate" she managed to blurt out, hating the question he just asked. Her hands were shaking and she felt as though there were thousands of spears jabbed at her heart. His cruelty broke her, yet she stood aloof, accepting the inevitable rejection. The last thing Nora expected was to be rejected by the man she had loved and craved for all these years. How could he reject her because she was wolfless? Filled with anger, she wanted to end it all but couldn't go through with it. Who would have guessed that not only did her mate reject her but he also sent people to kill her! As she fell down the cliff, she had just one wish for the moon goddess. She wished she could have her revenge. As she shut her eyes, embracing the darkness. Instead of meeting the moon goddess, she surprisingly opened them only to see herself in a different world… And a different identity! “ Welcome back, Princess!" She was a Lycan princess and she was back to take her revenge with the help of the one person who believed in her. Karen, her commander. What would happen when the seemingly weak human came back as the most powerful being in the world of the mystical beings? With conspiracies roaming all around Nora, what would be the outcome of the Lycan princess story? Find out in this intriguing story!

Eleanor's heart pounded as Armando backed her into a corner, his eyes dark and unrelenting. "Why do you keep resisting me, Eleanor?" he asked, his voice a low threat. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened. "I won't be your possession, Armando." A slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips. "We'll see about that." His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her against him, the warmth of his body making it hard to think straight. Before she could protest, his mouth claimed hers, fierce and demanding. She wanted to fight, but the intensity of his kiss shattered her defenses. Her hands, instead of pushing him away, gripped his shoulders, drawing him closer. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless. "You can lie to yourself all you want," Armando whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "but you can't deny what's between us." Eleanor's heart raced with conflicting emotions, knowing he was right-and hating herself for how much she wanted him. * * * * * * Eleanor's life spirals out of control when she is sold to Armando, a merciless Mafia boss. Their fiery confrontations spark a powerful and dangerous connection neither can deny. As betrayal and threats close in from every direction, Eleanor must decide if she can trust the man who holds her captive or if their growing bond will destroy them both. In a world of ruthless power struggles, love becomes the ultimate risk.

The first thing I do after being reborn is secretly keeping six stunning male models behind my wealthy husband’s back. I seduce them and sleep with them for 999 days to get myself pregnant. I do all this because in my past life, my husband found out that he had asthenozoospermia and married me because I am known for being fertile. He wants to carry on the family line so that he will have a successor to inherit the family fortune. I try everything I can to get pregnant, but nothing works. Conversely, my infertile best friend gives birth to twins and triplets within two years after marrying a 70-year-old man. When my wealthy husband hears that my best friend is blessed with children, he is immediately captivated. They get together behind my back and even arrange for someone to run me over with a car when I find out the truth. After my death, I discover that my best friend has bound herself to the child switch system. Any child I am impregnated with is transferred into her womb. My best friend's infertility is transferred to me in return. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day when my husband married me and brought me home. I smile happily when I think about all the things that took place in my past life. My best friend wants lots of children, doesn't she? If so, I will make her experience the joy of having 18 babies in one pregnancy!

I'm Caleb Jennings. When I announce my early retirement, everyone in the city cheers. Only Nathan Sloan, my junior from the police academy, who claims to be able to see things from the criminal's perspective, panics at the news. During the party organized in his honor, he openly states his intention to find me. "I owe my success to the guidance Caleb Jennings has provided me all along. I hope everyone can help me find him and bring him back into the police force." Scoffing, I choose to ignore that. … In my previous life, I was the celebrated captain of a criminal investigation team. Yet, whenever I uncovered a clue, Nathan, a rookie in the city police department, would announce it first, beating me to it. After multiple incidents like this, everyone started saying that I was past my prime. To prove myself, I worked myself to the bone for three months before finally locating the hideout of a human trafficking ring. However, when I arrived on the scene with my team, Nathan had already swept through the place. He was launched into stardom, becoming the rising star detective that everyone adored. As for me, the public mercilessly tore me apart, labeling me as incompetent and shaming me. Due to the pressure from work and the negative public opinion directed at me, my mind was distracted. I ended up getting killed while hunting down the remnants of the trafficking ring. When I open my eyes again, I find that I'd gone back in time—to the day we launch a raid on the human traffickers' hideout.

I pushed the crown meant for the future Luna Queen to the center of the table. Right in front of my dad, Leroy Graham, I carved another name onto the cap of the crown. [Delia Graham.] My dad froze. He couldn't believe I would willingly give up the chance to become Luna Queen. Seeing the delight on his face, I smiled. In my past life, my engagement was the biggest joke in the entire northern territory's werewolf kingdom. I was rebellious, stubborn, and never relented to anyone. I loved short skirts, strong liquor, running under the moonlight, and coming back covered in dirt. If it weren't for the century-old mating rule, no one would have believed I was fit to stand beside Alpha King Lucian Kramer. For him, and for the Luna Queen's crown, I changed my ways. I put away my tight dresses, I gave away my wine collection, and I memorized royal etiquette. I learned to speak slowly at banquets, to lower my head in prayer in the Moon Goddess Shrine, and to train myself into a proper shewolf. In my past life, I tortured myself until I lost everything that made me shine. I died a little more every time I lowered my head. Now, when I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my dad pushed the crown toward me. This time, I didn't want the crown. I didn't want Lucian, and I didn't want anyone telling me how a white werewolf should live. As for Alpha King Lucian, that arrogant and stubborn man? Whoever wanted him could have him!

As the full moon hangs above the masquerade, Apollo Cadwell shows up with Bella Lohart. One is my Beta mate, the other his childhood sweetheart. Since she doesn't have a gown for the ball, he gives her my dress instead. It's a one-of-a-kind piece I've handmade myself—priceless, even—that I'm supposed to wear for our mating ceremony. "Bella has never been to a masquerade before," he says. "A beautiful dress will help her feel more confident." I calmly hand the dress over and watch Bella slip into the gown I've designed stitch by stitch. She clings to Apollo's arm, acting sweet. "You're the best, Apollo. Can I borrow the ring on your hand as well? That moonstone is too dazzling to miss." One of our friends can no longer stand it and speaks up. "Nora spent an entire month making that ring by hand. Are you just going to give it away like that? Have you even considered Nora's feelings?" He patiently slides the ring onto Bella's finger, then replies casually, "I'm just letting her wear it for a night. Nora won't mind. I'll just soothe her afterward, and she'll be fine." He's right about one thing. I will be fine. Slowly, I began erasing myself from his world. Before leaving, I keep my promise to the Elder that I'll personally travel to The Spine of the World on the Faron Continent to continue my research on the Moonshadow Herb Alchemy Research. From that night on, Apollo and I might never cross paths again.

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…

Three years ago, on the day I married Luca Moretti, he personally handed me a marriage contract with a fixed term of three years. His tone was casual, indifferent, as if he were discussing an ordinary business deal. "This marriage exists solely to serve the alliance of interests between the Morettis and the Vitales. Sign this agreement. After three years, the marriage will automatically dissolve. When that time comes, you can go and pursue your true love." I barely hesitated before signing. Ten years earlier, at an inter-family business gala, when I was ten and Luca was sixteen, I had already fallen hopelessly in love with him. What looked like a strategic alliance was, in truth, the outcome of my decade-long unrequited love. During the three years of our marriage, Luca was attentive and gentle toward me. Over time, I began to believe I was loved. I sank into that illusion, unable to pull myself out, forgetting entirely about the agreement. That illusion was shattered completely on the night of our third wedding anniversary. That evening, Luca arrived with Elena, who had just returned to New York, and attended what was supposed to be our third anniversary celebration together. She stood beside him with ease and composure, smoothly engaging with business partners. People praised her, saying she looked more like the Donna of the Moretti family. In that moment, even though Luca never mentioned the agreement again, I understood clearly that it was time for me to step aside. After breaking free from his control, crossing an ocean to rebuild myself, and becoming a brilliant leader in my industry, I would no longer wait for his love.

"A week ago, if you had told me that the world as I knew it was all a lie, that all of the fairy tales that my father used to tell me at bed time were actually not fairy tales and that all these supernatural beings, such as vampires, shapeshifters, fairies and dragons, were actually real, I would have laughed at you until I had peed myself and then called the men in white coats to come and get you. Now, a week later, as I am in the middle of a forest standing by the most beautiful lake I have ever seen, surrounded by wolves in various sizes and colours, and a number of very large, very muscular and very, very naked men, I am starting to think that maybe it is I, who is in need of the straight jacket and padded room and a hell of a lot of medication and sedatives as i am pretty certain i have completely lost the use of all my faculties and you are soon going to find me sat in a corner, rocking back and forth and talking to myself as none of this is making any sense to my primitive brain." Kari Has grown up alone, Her father disappeared when she was 5 and her mother killed herself when she was 8. After a string of Foster homes, she finds her self working as a Research Scientist where her boss and Best Friend sends her to Norway to work for The Nordic Research Corporation. When she gets there she finds that she is in for a shock. Not only does she find out she does have a family, but everything she ever knew is going to change. Her life becomes more complicated than she could ever have thought it would.

As the only daughter of the Whitehaven Pack's Alpha, I had the right to choose my mate from among the heirs of our allied packs. Everyone expected me to choose Kieran Dante—after all, I’d spent years making a fool of myself chasing after him at every pack gathering. But instead, I chose Damon Thorne, the one they called cursed and weak. In my previous life, I did choose Kieran, and on the night of our bonding ceremony, I found him mating with my best friend Sera in the ceremonial preparation room. When my father found out and banished Sera from the pack, Kieran blamed me for ruining his happiness. He brought back a hundred she-wolves who looked exactly like her and forced me to watch as he bedded them one after another. The constant agony of the bond tore me apart from the inside, and when I finally grew too weak to endure it anymore, Kieran accused me of faking illness for attention. On the night I was dying, I crawled to his door begging for help, and he stepped over my body to go sleep with another woman. I died alone on the cold hallway floor while my mate laughed in the next room. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before it all happened — with a second chance to change everything. This time, I decided to let Kieran and Sera have each other. What I didn't expect was that Kieran had also been reborn, and when he saw me choose Damon over him, he completely lost control.