I Hate Men Novels & Stories

Then, finally, his mask shattered. “You want to know what kind of man I am?” His voice was quiet, but there was steel in every syllable. “I am a man who has made too many enemies to count. A man who learned the hard way that feelings are weapons others will use to cut you open. I don’t get to be soft. I don’t get to be careless.” He paused, his gaze searing hers, almost burning her alive. “And yet here you are,” he breathed. “Standing in front of me, being exactly that. My one weakness.”

Somehow, he felt a little better when he saw that Barbara made herself ugly". However, Jeremy was furious as no man chose Barbara throughout the program. What were they doing? Was there something wrong with these men's eyes? Such a beautiful woman was standing there, yet the men all picked the bad looking ones. They were blind for sure. When Jeremy was cursing at the screen, he forgot that he was like those men before. While Jeremy was protesting on Barbara's behalf, he received a call from David and swore angrily, "Those men are a bunch of jackasses. Are they blind? Barbara should also be ashamed that not a single person picked her. She embarrassed me so much! I'm so pissed off!"

I shook my head. I was too depressed to eat. I turned around, and went to my room. “I am going to end up on the streets for sure, no thanks to that handsome, emerald-eyed jerk, called Phillip Dale!” I thought bitterly. I longed to hate him. I will not let myself down to loving such a disrespectful jerk, but I couldn’t hate him as much as I wanted. Why? Is it because everyone is talking about him? Or because he is too good-looking to be hated? But that's what he deserves.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

"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.

“I was trying to fix it.” I laugh once more bitter and broken. “You broke everything.” One of the men in tactical gear falls on his face a few feet away. His gaze locks on me. “Miss Hart,” he says calmly. “Please come with us.” “No,” Liam says at the same time. The man lifts his hand. More guns rise. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I am sure it would pop. I look at my mom one last time. You will not do this, I say, unless you ever loved me.

"We have two days. We can fight and hurt each other or we can try to pass the time and learn about each other." He was crazy. "I asked about her, Ivan. What more can I do? I want to hate you, but I can't. I want to hate Alba, but I can't do that either." His arms tightened at the mention of her name. "I've been hated most of my life. Cold, hateful eyes glaring at me thinking I'm worthless. I lived with it each day and it wasn't just the men. The women hated me too. I deserved their hatred and I'm sure for at least one of my many sins, I deserve yours."

~Daniella~ One thing was for sure, I really hate school. Everyone is fucking annoying here and being with a lot of people isn't one of my favorite thing to do. Especially this crowd. I mean, I wouldn't even be here if my Dad didn't blackmail me that he'd sell Vlacky, my beloved bike for just a hundred dollars. That was a Harley Davidson, man. And I don't even have the power to stop him, I mean he's my Dad and even though I have a bad reputation I still respect him, I may not show it sometime but yeah I do. Like thank you for his sperm and a gorgeous girl was born gracing Earth with her beloved presence.

He freezes, his jaw clenching. I take a step forward, my voice filled with rage, "This whole playboy-womanizer act of yours is cute and all, but you almost got yourself killed tonight because you were trying to get your dick wet!This right here is why I hate men! You think through your dicks and do whatever the hell you please, with zero regard for how your actions affect everyone else! You don't think about the chaos you cause! The pain you leave behind! You just take, and take, and fucking take!" The look on his face changes, but I keep going. The words are pouring out now, every ounce of fear and anger finally spilling over.

Khan. It wasn't a secret that I hated that man with everything I got even though he was my uncle and heck he hated me just as much too..He was the one who actually started the hate game before I was even born and me being the heartless and cold hearted that everybody said I was ,I really didn't give a shit about him, though the hate was directed only to him and not to his wife and children.