I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance. "Yup!" They both said while giving me flat tone. "What's got into you bro's!" I said to them but still they all look at me seriously. "Woah seriously? Gezz fine I'll answer your questions ok!" I said as they still like to pushed that topic so I surrender. " Of course we all wanted to have someone to love and cherish ok? But not for now!" I said while giving them cheeky smile. "Idiot!" Blake mumbled.

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.

I finally admitted. She nodded with a thoughtful look. "At any point, did you feel like pushing all your troubles away and giving into him?" She asked. "Yes. I had felt tempted to give in to him several times. But I guess my hate was too strong," speaking to her made me realize so many things. Sometimes it was good to admit your wrongs, and I had learned that the hard way.

VIOLET “I hate this so much.” That had to be the twentieth time I’d say that today alone. And I meant every word of it. I hated my life so, so much. People always said it was wrong to say that. Don’t say you hate your life. Someone else out there has it worse than you. You should be grateful. Well they could shove it up their ass for all I care. I was miserable as hell with no one else to talk to about it.

I had always liked the stars. I hadn't forgotten about my fight with Ric, and I was just too stubborn to admit that I had been wrong. He wasn't a saint either. I needed to apologize to him. I picked up my phone but immediately realized that I didn't even have his number. He wasn't on the work group chat and I wasn't sure anyone on my contact list had his number either. I felt uncomfortable as I looked across the penthouse. I knew Ric was rich, but this was on a whole different level. He actually cared about me. I grunted and shoved my negative thoughts aside.

I didn’t want to be in this room anymore with either of them. “I hate both of you.” The words came out quietly as I shook my head. This was the first time I was admitting to hating my father out loud. And I meant it. I was tired. Tired of trying to make him choose me. Trying to brighten myself so he would see me. I was so exhausted I couldn’t afford to play clown just so they could laugh. It didn’t matter to me anymore. Neither man argued nor defended himself because they knew I meant it.

I said. “I don’t think you hate him Selena. I think you’re in love with him, but too afraid to admit it.” “That’s so not true!” I protested, my voice rising in pitch. “I’m not in love with him. I’m just…. I’m just angry. I’m angry at him for betraying my trust. I’m angry at myself for being so naive. I’m angry at the world for being so unfair. But I’m not in love with him. That’s so ridiculous.”

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

Part of me wished I would just drown but I knew I didn’t want to. My life is a mess, everything is shitty and it’s going down the rabbits hole and I’m not proud of it. Everyone around me including Mason seem to have their lives in order and on the right track while mine just keeps going wrongly. I hated everything going on around me, I hate myself and I also hate Mason. Crying like a little baby, I laid down there motionless and pretended I was dead and numb to everything that was going on but the warm water on my skin made me know that I’m still alive.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.