I Hate Relationships Novels & Stories

I was about to get up when I saw him carrying a tray of breakfast towards me. "Oh Derek, thank you so much. How can someone who treats people with so much care be loveless?" I asked He asked me to come over to the dining area and eat, which I did. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him. "So are you telling me right now that you have never been in a relationship? " "Of course, I have been in relationships, many relationships. But they end up in terrible heartbreaks that will only make you wish you were dead. You will wish you never even met me in the first place. my relationship is the kind where love turns to hate."

It was one awkward moment. I was supposed to be upset at this, but for some reason my face flushed and my stupid heart began to thud. I quickly pulled myself off his hold, nearly stumbling to the ground. Then I rushed into the car and slammed the door. “You just got divorced, Dahlia. These men are all the same!” I reminded myself multiple times. I took deep breaths to calm my thudding heart, while constantly reminding myself that relationships were a weakness. Love, family relationship, every single one of them was a weakness. Relationships were just a stupid way of letting people in and giving them the chance to betray and hurt you.

Like I was his fuckin girlfriend. I fuckin hate relationship and commitments. It breaks you and crush everything in you. It sometimes make you hate your parents too. I halt my car outside his building because he wanted us to meet. I get out of the car and stride inside the apartment. I smile at the lady at the reception as I take the elevator. The bastard stays at the penthouse here. It dings and slide open for me to step out. I slightly knock and the door swings open , with Vladimir standing beside the door.

I lean my back against the concrete wall, crossing my arms over my chest, and let out a cold, sarcastic chuckle. “First of all, drop the damn attitude,” I drawl, my voice dropping into a flat tone. “Second of all, we are done, Sabrina. I told you from day one—I don't do relationships. We only get to fuck since you wanted it so badly, now you started getting clingy, checking my location, and showing up where I am. You know damn well I hate that crap.” Sabrina’s face turns bright red with embarrassment and rage. “You’re a piece of trash, you know that? You just use people and then throw them away when you get bored!”

Anger, hate, and loathing consumed him as he witnessed the couple, their bodies intertwined in what seemed like a perfect moment of joy. His heart bled with a mixture of envy and despair as he observed them, unable to tear his gaze away. Every movement they made fueled the fire of his resentment, deepening the chasm of bitterness within him. The sight of Emily, the object of his unrequited affection, reveling in the arms of another man only intensified Axel's hatred towards her. It was a tormenting reminder of what he could never have, a beautiful and precious moment slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head. "If she thinks she is, that’s her mistake. I don’t do relationships, and I've told her. If she hasn’t accepted the reality, that’s on her.” "Besides..." I shifted my gaze to him. "Isn't it a known fact now to everyone close to me that love or relationships are not my thing?" "I just enjoy the fun and move on. Simple!" I scoffed. "You are really slacking on that responsibility you claim to be so obsessed with."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

If anyone saw my face right now, they would totally see that I'm weirded out by her reaction. I wasn't a hopeless romantic like Aaliyah. It all had to do with how my parents relationship went and ended. It wasn't a pretty sight. Throughout my school years I was careful of who I dated since I wanted to save myself from the heartbreak. Although I only dated two guys, I ended each relationship within two weeks when I realized that they weren't who I was looking for. I didn't hate love, I just didn't think it was for me. Being in a relationship scares me, but I admire all those who were completely in love with their partners. "O-kay." I say awkwardly grabbing our empty plates, desperately wantin

"It’s not because of you." Mom mirrored me, her gaze steady. "Then what, honey? What’s stopping you?" I opened my mouth but no answer came. Maybe I wasn’t ready yet. Or maybe I was scared. Out here, so many people were unhappy in relationships. Relationships weren’t a requirement for life—they didn’t heal you, and they didn’t prolong it. At best, they entertained you… for months? Years? If you were lucky, maybe a decade. "I don’t know, Mom. Relationships just… aren’t for me," I said.