I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

ADDISON Something moved in his face. "I want to," I said honestly. "I have been trying to, actually. It would be so much simpler if I just hated you and was done with it." I looked at him. "But I can't. I've tried and I can't and that is extremely inconvenient and I'd like you to know I'm somewhat annoyed about it."

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"

"Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese." He gently held my hands. "I'm so sorry..." I didn't say a word. After all, that happened a long time ago. We shouldn't be talking about that anymore. Also, it doesn't matter to me because my stubborn heart has become my enemy.

I hated giving anyone proof that I was weak, and most of all, I hated that Sylas was the one seeing me like this. "I hate myself," I finally admitted. The words came out small and shaky, but once I said them, I couldn't stop. "You have no idea how much. I hate the way I think. I hate the things I say. I hate how I hurt people and then act like I didn't mean to. Maybe I didn't mean to, but I still did it. That doesn't change anything." My tears slipped down my cheeks and disappeared against my arms.

Marcus nods not replying. "Look, you hated me plenty of times throughout our lives, Marcus. Hate goes, I realised it wasn't worth it, so pretty quickly after I didn't hate you, Marcus. I stood by you after it all, I fucked up, avoiding and ignoring you. That wasn't down to me hating you, Marcus, that was me being a dick, then after that, I didn't because I felt guilty. Fact is, I would never and I mean never tell anyone I hated you, Marcus, because I know full well deep down I don't, and I would be fine. So her saying that, was all on her." Marcus nods.

Selene's POV I’m tired. I just want it all over. Whatever they can do to break the moon oath I didn't make, they should do. I just want to go home, soak myself in one of Alyssa’s medicines that smells like rotten fish but soothes the skin, let the world fade, and pretend tonight didn’t happen. My back hurts. My whole body hurts. I feel cold and mortified standing in just my underwear. Although the mortification seems to be the least of my worries.

Gianna scoffed, "That's the lamest excuse of all times, Mims. Hello, it's Physics and we both know this is your forte. It's only a matter of hours for you to develop a flawless presentation that'll have the good woman retire the very next second. So please, quit beating around the bush, will you?" She sighed when her friend refused to speak, "Admit it, you have something personal against me." "Not you. Def-definitely not you, Gigi. It's...it's Adam." Gianna frowned, her heart furiously pounding against her ribcage, "I'm a bit lost. What's up, did you have another talk over?" "We don't n-need to. He clearly is not in-into me. That's wh-why I'm taking my dist-stances, you know..."

That I couldn’t reconcile the broken girl in front of me with the image of a power-hungry schemer I’d been prepared to hate? “I don’t know,” I muttered at last, the admission dragging itself out like a confession. And for the first time, I hated how much truth lived in those three words.

I hate that I'm the one feeling this way because I actually thought I was going to have fun, but unfortunately it's no fun at all. Anna is very keen about it, and she has already told me that there is no going back from her because I agreed in the first place, and I really blame myself for agreeing to something like this. I should have never agreed to do it because if I hadn't, this kind of thing would not be happening. I really hate myself right now. *****

I’m so stupid. “It’s alright—” “No, it’s not, and I know I’ve just given you more reason to hate me. I didn’t—” “Who said I hate you?”