I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

His family was brutally tortured and murdered. Growing up, I always had a loving family. My brother and I shared a deep sibling bond, a love-hate relationship that beautified our childhood. Everyone knew we loved each other more than we expressed, and I miss that desperately. I would trade anything to have those moments back in my life.

"If the evil deed was done by someone else, sometimes we can find a reason why that person did it to us. For that, there are many reasons that we can mention. Envy, jealousy, anger, or other things that we sometimes don't realize. But if it was done by our family, then any reason would be unreasonable. Shouldn't family accept and support each other? Give and understand each other?" I thought about all of David's words carefully and felt the truth. I have always been the favorite of the Hart family and I felt that I would never be disappointed in them or let down by them, because I love them and they love me too. When all the realities and principles that I believed in fell apart, my heart im

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Thea I have a love-hate relationship with family dinners. On the one hand, it’s nice to be around my family, whether they acknowledge me much or not. On the other, it's exhausting to listen to how my father and brother go on about their ill-treatment of people.

"You know it's not going to happen and I don't want to see their faces..." "Augustus, they are your family..." Her eyes watered. She has seen her happy family falling apart. "They love you." "You can make fool of yourself not me, Angel..." He scoffed. "Those people are not my family... They don't love me, in fact they teach their children to hate and stay away from me since they are born... You love them, they are your family not mine and stop trying to influence me because it's not working." Hate for his own family in his voice always breaks her heart.

* Nick * I don't hate my family I could never imagine a life without them. However, at the moment I feel irritable and unhappy seeing all their faces looking at me with obvious sympathy and I dislike it the most. Emma left and I am not sure of the time that she would come back. Whatever Maleficus tells me is not registering inside my head.

he said. “I’m not trying to… Well, maybe if you two talked about it—” “Every wrong thing that has happened with my family, from the death of my parents to the hatred my brother and I share with each other, has been caused by your people. I understand why my brother hates them. And if I wanted to unleash half the hatred I had in my heart, you would be dead by now.”

that much I can do I guess and maybe he sees me as a friend too, he smiles at me and talks to me like I am a human being so maybe, just maybe he will treat me like human. " I fucking hate my life " I groan and then throw my hand over my mouth so mum doesn't hear me say a cuss word before I get lectured on how cuss words shouldn't be used by me because it's not an act of a noble lady. sometimes I want to yell at her and throw things so she would know I am but interested in any of these things. I just want my family. a family what will love me. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

“Run if you can. Go on, run! Go start your life somewhere in some stupid unknown pack where we won't be able to find you. But if you're going to spend another minute under my roof, in my home, you're going to do anything I tell you to and that is final!” That was it. My entire family sat there, watching the woman who ought to be concerned for her daughter's life in the hospital, fight her grandmother over some stupid mating ceremony. Yet none of them said a word. None of them stood up for me….or my mother. I shook my head, finally getting the memo. I ran my eyes through the room for the last time, making sure to land my eyes on every single one of them. “I regret being a member of this famil

"But why did you agree with that?" I grinned. "You don't get it, do you? My entire family loathes me, Rebekka. They all blame me for the deaths of my mother, my sisters, half-sisters, and my grandparents! And I don't mind that, because I understand their pain, once I also suffered from their deaths. Everybody needs a person to blame and hate for it, and that someone is me," my laugh came out more bitter than I wanted. "I feel terrible for all the pain I caused them even though I know I did not cause anything." "But-" I didn't let her talk.