I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

I hate myself right now. I hate everyone!

I hated myself but why can't I just hate him too? .

I hate this life. To be continued.

“Just admit you want this to be something more, and I'll put you out of your misery. Go on, say it.” I hated it because he had learned to know me better than I knew myself.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Shame crept in. Heavy. Suffocating. Because part of her knew... Part of her hated to admit... That she had responded. That she had leaned in. That she had let it happen. And that truth twisted inside her. “I hate this,” she whispered. “I hate what this is.” Adrian’s expression didn’t change. “You’ll understand it,” he said. “No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I won’t.” Silence followed.

"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 hate the breach. And I hate him for making me hate him.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength

Something that scared me to admit even to myself. That I was falling HARD.

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.