I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

"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.

I hated the wide smiles on their faces, I hated the way they all acted like one big family and the way they took pleasure in trivial things like going hunting and joining stupid groups. My hatred for my pack began years ago, probably from the day I was born. Mum had always told me of how I cried nonstop when I was born and I so much wanted to tell her that it was because I hated what I saw and I had wanted to go back. The limousine stopped at the parking lot beside other cars and trucks. There was absolutely no doubt that we were one of the wealthiest families in the pack. Besides the Ferguson’s and Beta Harrison’s family, the Austins were at the top and there was nothing in the world that p

Even if you look at her from miles and miles away, she'd still look like them. On the other hand, I am short— Take note, neither of my parents are short— I have pimples all over my face, double chin, I have no neck while my family has beautiful long necks, my hair is curly frizzy dirty brown, and my skin is a several noticeable tones down than theirs as if I don't belong to them. My eyes are brown like dad's— The only thing that keeps me from thinking that I'm not theirs. I am theirs. I have to be. Because you don't show this hatred to anyone else unless they're your person. I'm not their person in that sense. I'm just an ugly daughter who brings embarrassment to them, and that's why they ha

He tried to speak but I stopped him. “No! I'm not done. What did I ever do to deserve this? All my life has been from one torment to another. Every member of this family has made my life a living hell and I'm totally sick of it. Why do you all hate me so much? I didn't plan for things to be like this so why am I suffering for what I know nothing about? I know I should shut up but I just couldn't.