I Hate Harrys 소설 & 이야기

"Kyahhh! Guys! Aarone and I will go first; give me a chance to get to know my Papa!" Sarah is also a unique personality. Is it really necessary to emphasize Aarone's status as her partner? After all, her partner is an Academy prince, so who wouldn't be? "How fortunate you are, girl! Haaaaay, Too bad I didn't win a prince," my classmate lamented. Many of the girls were disappointed because they did not find the princes. "Sha, I'm going to see Thyron," she said, patting my shoulder and leaving me standing like an idiot.

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'd rather not keep count. Jasper.... Jasper is a topic I'd rather avoid. I despise him, and the feeling only intensifies with time. From the moment I saw his photo, a spark of hatred aroused within me. When I finally met him in person, his squirmy demeanor and brooding expression in his uniform and backpack only powered my animosity. I recall the countless times I bullied him: dumping smoothies on his head, sending him on errands, grabbing his shoulder-length hair, locking him in classrooms and bathrooms, and forcing him to carry my books. Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him.

"If you wanted me dead, why didn't you just kill me yourself? Why go through all of this elaborate planning?" Melissa's expression became even more hateful. "Because I didn't want you to just die, Daisy. I wanted you to suffer first. I wanted you to experience the same fear and helplessness that my family felt when they were dying because of your actions." "And I wanted everyone to know what kind of person you really are," she continued. "I wanted the whole world to see that you're selfish and dangerous and that you don't deserve to live." I realized that Melissa's hatred had consumed her completely. She had spent so much time planning her revenge that she had become the very evil she claime

He wanted me to hit his mum more often? "I mean stand up for yourself, not hit mum," he laughed hysterically as soon as he sensed my confusion. It wasn't funny. None of this was. "Why doesn't she like me?" I muttered. "I've not done anything to her, she barely even knows me." Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders and gave me a tight squeeze. "She hates everyone, you're not special." I don't know if that was supposed to make me feel better or worse. "But she doesn't hate Samatha," I pointed out.

“You have to do better, Kieran. This isn’t a joke; you could get yourself killed.” “I’m not going to get killed. I have a lot at stake to lose, so this isn’t going to be the end of me; rather, I’d see the end of it.” “Go back in the water and think of the things you hate so much.” He roared. I swallowed my breath and lowered myself back to my former position. Thinking of the people I hate, Alpha Harry was one of those people, and his daughter. Imagining their faces in my head was quite dramatic because I was thinking of watching their heads roll off their bodies at the same time.

Harry sighs, but he doesn’t really sound bothered, it seems more put on than anything else. “I can’t imagine how that would feel.” I say sarcastically. “I know, it’s so unfair that they hate me, I haven’t done anything to them. At least not usually.” Harry complains. “I was talking about the feeling of being pissed off with you all the time, but sure whatever.” I walk to the other side of the bar and collect a couple of empty glasses. I clean them and put them away slowly. I drag my feet as I return to where Harry is waiting. He smiles at me.

“Christ, what’s gotten into you? I thought since your stepfather was out of the picture, you and I could get together.” “My step—how do you know about that?” I ask. But the answer is obvious. My mom. She doesn’t care about me, but she wants to manage my life. I honestly do not understand her. “Harry, do you think my mom’s hot?” Harry looks slightly shocked at my question but recovers quickly. “Sure.” He shrugs. “She’s a milf.” “You know she has a thing for younger guys, right?” I’m feeling maleficent. The burning hatred inside me for her is expanding, ignited by Harry’s presence.

Even dad would not be skeptical about it. "See? I knew that they won't have any problem. As expected from the Golden boy." I sighed in relief as the room problem was fixed. I needed space to get myself ready to finally face Sarah and Harry. I never hated Harry. When he broke up with me, I understood what he was saying and I was okay with it. But the sudden hatred I was feeling for that man was ridiculous.

*** In class, Amanda sat next to Harry, doing a good job in distracting me by being annoying every single second. As I worked on the equation the teacher had given out, I heard a silly laugh from her that caused an angry groan from me. "I don't like her too" Harley said from beside me, taking a glimpse at Amanda's face. I shook my head slowly. "I hate her" But I hate Harry more. Harley smiled at me and focused on her book. I tapped my pen on the desk, remembering how the action irritates Harry. I slowly turned my head to him only to lock eyes with him. My heart almost somersaulted.