I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help the smirk that formed on my face when I saw how miserable she looked. She couldn’t answer my question and she just kept sniffing. “You know,” I continued, making sure that whatever I’m going to say next would sting her real bad, “you and Mason could’ve never worked out.” I finished and her eyes snapped at me. I was getting the reaction I wanted, she’s angry, “you both are supposed to be family and it’s just a shame to fuck around with family members.” I added, not minding her anger. “You see that?” I continued, pointing towards my son, “That’s Mason’s child and you’re just his sister. I’m sure you weren’t expecting him to leave his son for you?” I added in a loud laugh that g

My heart breaks as I begin to imagine the kind of pain these despicable people must've inflicted on her, the mental torture she must've endured, no one should have to go through that. I balled my fist at the thought of it all and take a step back, it's pointless talking to him, my mind's made up, I do not want a family as horrible as this. I can't pretend like I didn't know that I grew up in a slightly dysfunctional family but I never knew the extent they've gone, how deeply rooted their evil has been, shows me just how blind I was to my family's cruelty prior to this. I'm removing myself from this toxicity in form of family and there was no going back.

Hey there, young man. I am with your dad, now. We doesn't look good together, are we? "Are you mad at your family?" He asked. "I am," I replied immediately, I did not even hesitate. "Do you hate them?" "Maybe? My blood boils whenever I see them, whenever I think of them, whenever I heard of them. So maybe I am," I bit my tongue when the image of the man I loathe the most flashed in my mind.

I wiped my face as I protested to him angrily. “What exactly would I have told you? That my family is very unique?” He scoffed. He clearly looked uninterested in the conversation. “Your family hates me.” I hissed. Landon was literally so annoying. “Alright, note taken, my family hates you.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “You are such an asshole.” I cursed at him, not caring about what he would do in regards to my attitude.

Even when I yelled at her those big eyes were glued to my lips. "Why do you hate my family? Did one of your sisters become a drug addicted or just a whore and somehow that's my fault." My eyes flicked between hers and her lips. I won't force a woman, but I wasn't giving up so easily on this one. "Nothing like that. I just know how you run drugs, sex, and guns in this country. You're a bastard just like your father and his father."

"Damn, I hate this family so much." Elena won't know how much I hate this family until I want to see it all burn.

They had always seen him as a ruthless person, who had no heart and would never lower his head in front of anyone, let alone accept his defeat but he looked 360 degrees different from before. “After my father, I hated myself, hated him and every single person from his family, and because of that hatred, I destroyed my family and made them hate me, as I always wanted,” Ryan said as he broke the eye contact with Lucy and then looked at Harry and Jake, his cousins.

He chuckled dryly and continued “Step-siblings hate me because they think I want to take what is rightfully theirs because I came first; stepmother hates me because I remind her so much of my mother and how unfaithful my father was. My father was busy building his empire to distract himself from his unhappy home and marriage. I was misunderstood, and so are many other kids here; I didn’t even want to own a company sounds absurd but seeing the kind of lifestyle my family lives. How fake their happiness is in public and how they make the family look perfect at the expense of whatever, I just knew I couldn’t put another generation of children through that,” he explained. I didn’t know what to s

Everything about him looked… off like he was slipping out of his own skin. But of course, no one else at the table seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care. My heart sank. I wanted to go to him and hold his hand, anchor him somehow. But in front of this entire family? That would be suicide. They’d tear me apart before dessert. Then Adrian spoke. “The fuck you all know about family? We haven’t been a family for over a millennium. Throwing all of us under the same roof, pretending like a shared plate of food is gonna fix generations of hatred? Please.”

He opened his mouth again but I wasn't done. "It's my life," I said. "The least you could fucking do is include me in a single decision about it. Right?" I laughed, and it came out bitter, ugly. "But no. Not in this family. Nobody actually gives a shit what anyone else wants here. I hate this fucking family. I hate every single thing about it, and all I want — all I've ever wanted is out"