I Hate Harrys Novels & Stories

"Why would I hate you?" I shrug. "I don't know...I'm thrusting you into the limelight you ran away from." She laughs and shakes her head, touching my chest for a second. "I'm not mad at you, and I don't hate you. I would like to wring the necks of everyone else, though. Especially that nosy son of a bitch reporter." Her cursing shocks me to the extent that I burst out laughing. "I'm glad I'm not him," I announce.

Zay – Age 8 I never meant to hurt her—not really. At least not in the way she thought I did. But I couldn't help myself. Every time Violet Rivers walked into a room with those oversized sweaters and too-big glasses, looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole, something inside me... twisted. Not with anger. Not even with hate. It was need. And back then, I didn’t know how to handle that.

“Sorry, honey. We’re heading straight to the venue. Kaelen won’t have time for chit-chat.” And then, her voice turned colder. “Evelina, I know you’ve liked him for years. But Kaelen only sees you as a sister. Don’t you find it… repulsive? To fall for someone you grew up with?” I didn’t even get the chance to respond. She hung up. But her words echoed. “If I were you, I’d have disappeared a long time ago. It’s pathetic—chasing after a man who doesn’t even see you.”

I dialed the recent number I called. “Hello, Harry” the voice from the other end said after some time. “Let's meet up” I said, skipping formalities. Not too long, I arrived at the park where I agreed to meet the person. “Hey Harry!” He screamed my name cheerfully like an old friend's meeting. “Cut the crap, Fred, we are not happy to see each other” I sneered at him. “You caught me!” He giggled evilly. Alfred was my archenemy back in college. He hated me because I took his spot in school because I joined them late. Everyone believed that he was brilliant and nobody could surpass him, but I proved them wrong which made him hate me more.

I inquired, Harry's expression turned enigmatic, and he chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You don't need to know," he said, his secrecy only fueling my curiosity. "Then why did you hate Kyle, why did you two hate each other?" I pressed, needing answers. Harry's eyes clouded over, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "I guess that's just the story for today," he began, his voice measured. "I just don't want anybody to fall victim to the chairwoman's schemes, just like my mother." His words hinted at a deeper pain.

said Kate rolling her eyes. I was about to say something again. When Harry came in. "I knew it. I knew you were going to have another problem with him," he said as he arrived. "Let's not jump to conclusions," I said. "Not jump?!" he snarled. "You yourself couldn't even keep yourself from feeling the same as we did. We know, Yul is a piece of shit." "But what if he's not?" I asked. "Mommy!" It was Hyeri.

Harry so frustrated thinking about that, whispered in anger and irritation "I hate her! I hate her! I only love Anna and not this Ava! I... I don't even know why I did that?! I was not even drunk yesterday?! what happened to me?! why was I so angry yesterday, just because he was trying to kiss her?! I don't love her so I shouldn't be angry right?!... what the hell is this feeling?!" Then he took a long sigh, trying his best to get a good reason to define his emotion yesterday and the things he did yesterday without sounding it like, he actually like Ava because according to him, no matter what happens! he can never fall in love with Ava. he was irritated and don't know what was the reason. T

He’s not that bad. No, he is that bad! Fuck him! Of course he is. Not just for what he did to me but what he’s done to so many other women. And besides, what does it matter if the whole country hates him? Harry will find a way to fix everything for his favorite son anyway.

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."

I laughed. “There’s no winner,” I said, “we just let the competitive sides of us come alive. We’re sorry, ``I added. Harry looked at me like I should have been speaking for myself. “I didn’t even know you were that competitive,” Emily said to Harry. “Oh, I am. I hate losing. Hate it. I’m sorry I let it get to my head, it must have been boring for the both of you,” he said, turning to Harper and offering her a smile.