I Hate Harry's Novels & Stories

"I don't know if I'm a jinx, but I know that as long as I'm alive, I have people who I need to protect. Don't make the mistake of thinking that you can do whatever you want now that you're an old hag. I'm warning you, let Rita go peaceably now. Otherwise, there's no telling what I might do. If you dare to harm even a hair on her head, I'll not only destroy you but the entire Hans family along with it. Just try me." Mango's eyes were icy cold and there was not a trace of warmth in them, as she looked at Madam Hans with such contempt. She hated every drop of Hans blood in her veins. She hated that she was related to this old hag in front of her. Most of all, she hated that she had failed to pr

"Fifth grade? And you never told anyone else you liked them after that?" "Nope." "Not once?" "Not once." "Not even..." She raised an eyebrow. "Him?" "No," I said too quickly. "Absolutely not. I hate him." I hated the fact that we knew it was Henry that was the “him”. "You hate him like I hate chocolate." "That doesn't make sense." "It makes perfect sense. You hate it because you want it too much." I took a long sip of my drink instead of answering. My phone rang around 11 PM.

I removed his hand and said, "I don't think I can love any other person like how I love Mr Martinez." Harry stood up and said, "Let's get back to the camp." And tried to leave. "Harry! Wait!" He didn't stop and continued walking to the campsite. Why am I breaking everyone's hearts often?

I couldn’t scroll through I*******m, T*****r, TikTok, or even check my email without seeing my own face plastered across some dramatic headline. Clips of the kiss, the kiss I swore I’d already locked in the back of my mind where it couldn’t touch me were everywhere. People slowed it down, zoomed in, made edits with love songs, breakup songs, dramatic violin music… name it, someone had already done it. And the comments? Lord, the comments were worse than the actual videos. “She never got over him.” “Look at her eyes before she kissed him back. That’s not hate.” “Enemies-to-lovers trope but in real life.”

He pointed out the door. “Yes,” I answered shortly, avoiding his eyes. “So you want me out of your life because of this…?” he pointed at Kieran angrily. “Get out!” I yelled and walked to the door, opening it. “Leave...!" I yelled For the past five years, I haven't seen Harry. I should be happy to see him, but I couldn't stand to watch him insult the only man who put a smile on my face. Even if it was just a day. “Fine…but this is not the end,” Harry said, his voice laced with anger.

Harry pretended to be annoyed, shooting us a mock glare and saying, "And you’re all single too! Don’t you dare criticize me!" Harry continued, "One of you is lost in romantic novels, believing in love at first sight." He drew out the words, eyeing me, since I had shared Neil's story with them, painting it with the aura of love at first sight. I shrugged and laughed, "What can I say? That’s just who I am." This earned me a mock groan from Harry, who then pointed at Peter and added, "And the other one only loves hitting the club, always on the hunt for a new conquest. And he has the nerve to criticize me?"

It’s always Peter. “He’s been hanging around again,” Harper says. “Near the building. Near the parking lot. I saw him yesterday.” My chest tightens. “He followed you?” “I think so.” Liam swears under his breath. “I told you he wouldn’t stop,” he mutters. “He never stops until he destroys something.” “Why is he obsessed with you?” Harper asks. Liam looks away. “Because I beat him.” “That’s it?” “No,” he says quietly. “Because he thinks you belong to him. And he hates that you chose me.”

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“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.

Brooklyn narrowed her eyes at this, but she knew he didn't mean it as an insult. "Art." Harry rolled his eyes. Brooklyn rested her chin on her hands. "You make it impossible to study. Somehow you manage to distract me. It's an annoying talent you have." "Don't blame me, babe," Harry said while doing so many push ups it made Brooklyn's arms ache. "I am blaming you," Brooklyn said. "Read a question you don't understand," Harry said with a sigh. "Let's see if I can help." "Nope, I'm giving up!" Brooklyn declared and pushed her books away. "I hate school."