He Hates It Novels & Stories

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

I hate the smell of it… I hate everything about it, yes we all have points where we have defeats…but you know one thing I love about it? .. It's The fact That It's So Uncomfortable That Im Never Used to It… Never!!!!

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

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.

He said with a nod. "He hates being touched, something bad happened to him in the past, so it affected him" He mumbled with a frown. "Could you tell me, please?" I asked softly, from the look of him, you could tell it was serious. "That I can't do, it's him you need to ask," He said with a smile. "Also he hates competitions, Lucie takes his time in doing things, he hates being rushed," He said. "He also hates when people call him a liar, that pisses him off a lot," He said again.

A measure of everything that is bad for me. I'm pretty sure I'm not his type either. He hates my red hair so much, he tried to cut it off. He hates my guts. He hates that I do not swoon like the rest when he shows up. He hates that I don't drool after him, begging him to take me. I'm sure the list of things hated goes on and on, longer than that. We aren't anything to each other. Never will be. Goddess forbid that anything comes of the both of us.

I say honestly while staring back into his eyes, wondering why it’s so vital for him to know if I hate him or not. It might surprise people that no matter how much Ethan and I don’t get along, I don’t hate him. I feel hate is a huge word, and it can’t be used to describe what I feel towards Ethan. Yes, I dislike his character, but hate is far too big of a word to use and describe it. And also as far as Ethan does not rudely speak to me or insult me. We are totally fine with each other because I don’t have any other reason to loathe him.

I asked. “Hmm-hmm.” she replied. “I remember when you two disliked each other, and she wanted to reject you as her mate, or she rejected you.” Hahahaha… “She actually rejected me, but I told her I wasn’t going to accept her rejection. Do you know what she said?” I asked Amy. Amy leaned closer, smile on her face. “What did she say?” she asked. “She said she hated me. No, what was the word she used….? Ah! She despised me.” I said. “She said that?” Amy asked. “Hmm-hmm.”