I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

he asked, pretending like he didn’t know what I was talking about. I narrowed my eyes. “Just answer the question. You know what I’m talking about.” A small smirk played on his lips, but it disappeared just as fast as it came. He let out a deep breath, his face growing serious. “I know I’m an asshole for realizing it so late,” he started by saying “I just— I didn’t know how to react. The word love it was something I hated. Hearing it from you scared me so much that my mind just went blank.” he admitted

Ethan covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking further. "You caused this, you're too stubborn, woman." "I hate you, Ethan. I regret ever falling for you. I hate the fact that I love you so much I can't hate you." Thea gritted angrily. Ethan held her more tightly to the wall. "What did you just say?." "You heard you," Thea retorted sharply.

I paused, then heaved a deep sigh. “I couldn't tell them the truth, Adams. I was terrified that they would despise me the same way I despised my father. I wanted to tell them the fucking truth but I couldn't. I hate that I didn't have the balls to do it!” I said through gritted teeth, balling my hands till my knuckles burned.

POV: ISLA (Flash back) Six months after I lost our baby, I finally admitted the truth to myself: my husband hated me. Not the passionate kind of hate that burns hot and fast. The cold kind. The indifferent kind. The kind that looks right through you like you're made of glass, invisible and easily shattered.

Only when we were inches apart did I speak. "I h...hate yo...you." It was barely a whisper but I know he could hear me clearly. "I hate you and I've n...never h...hated anyone as much as I hate you now," I said, my voice trembling. At that moment I already began to hyperventilate. I said it out without thinking. It was the bitter truth that was embedded deep inside of me for a while now but I never ever planned on saying it out loud. Where did that come from?! He's going to kill me. Slowly and painfully.

His hand is on the door handle, as If there's something stopping him from entering. I remember all I said to him, and I meant all of it except the part about loving him. It's hard to tell if it's love or some dependency on him. I take a nervous gulp and with the increased tempo of my heartbeat I affirm, “I Hate you. I will scream it at the top of the highest mountain if I had to. I can't bare another moment with you.” My heart pumps blood aggressively as I complete my words.

“Do you hate us?” I blinked, fighting the lump rising in my throat. “No,” I said honestly, though my chest ached. “I hate what this world has made us. I hate the choices we’ve all had to make. But I don’t hate the people I care for. I can’t.”

They might have done more damage to hurt me than the injury I had gotten when Noir had pushed me to the ground. "And saying you're my mate was the best response you could have come up with, right?" "Excuse me! But what's so bad about me being your mate? Why do you hate me so much if i may ask? Because I'm not pretty enough like her?” I yelled back, as hot tears started to well up in my eyes. I blinked them back not wanting them to fall out in his presence. "Don't you dare say that to me. She has nothing to do with this." Damon pointed a finger at me.

my shoulders fell. I know I'm now fucked up. Really, really fucked up. I finally admitted it. I never imagined I'm capable of doing it... Lia's right, I'm just in denial.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.