I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

he admitted quietly. Fresh tears rolled down my face instantly. Hearing him finally say it aloud hurt even worse than I imagined it would. “I hate you,” I whispered emotionally. The words clearly hit him hard because his breathing visibly changed afterward, though he still nodded slowly like he accepted it. “You should.” “But I still love you,” I admitted brokenly right after, and somehow that hurt even more than everything else combined. The room went completely silent again. Adrian looked at me like I had just stabbed him directly through the chest.

Ariel stood frozen, then broke into tears. She could not wrap her head around why he hated her so much. None of it made sense. It was like everyday with Axel came with its own troubles, including the following day.

Every star in the sky reminds me of the distance I cannot bridge. I collapse against the railing, forehead pressed to the cold metal, teeth clenched. “I hate this,” I admit to no one but the night and Aries. “I hate not knowing. I hate feeling her so close and yet untouchable. I hate myself for being helpless. I… I just…”

I mutter, trying to tell Adrian I hate him for what he has done to me, but I’m suddenly too weak for it. “I hate...” I fall asleep.

" Of course we are, your irritation over the past few days has been your body reacting to my presence. Amelia had decided to start up the conversation, she knew that Lucinda was on guard against her, so she told her story. "It was so painful as I watched them kill my parents before my very eyes, I guess that why I'm filled with such anger and hatred, it's been affecting you too". I can't even imagine being calm if my parents were killed beforey eyes, I'd probably be filled with anger and hatred as well; Lucinda said. "It's time for you to head back" Your family's worried about you, we will talk later tonight. . . . . Luci wake up! Wake.... Up....!!

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I hear Brielle's tiny voice say from a distance as she snapping me out of my little train of thoughts and back to reality. " I don't know" I say through gritted teeth, as I hated to admit the fact that I actually still loved Xander and I was doing everything in my power to deny that fact. " you know,no matter how you try to deny it....there are still somethings that you cannot seem to deny no matter how hard you try" I hear her say as she looked at me like she could relate to what I was going through. " I don't know Brielle,it just hurts so much agreeing to that fact" I say honestly as I breathed deeply trying to drive back the tears that was begging to come out again all of a sudden.

He scoffed at me. “I’m not gay.” I continued. “At least that's what I thought,” I admitted. “I’ve spent my whole life hating people like you….hating twinks, hating anything that wasn't proper. I’m confused, and I’m frustrated, and I’m not ashamed to admit it." I said honestly. I looked him dead in the eyes, my heart laid bare. "But I think... if I get to know you, maybe I’ll understand why. Maybe I’ll understand myself."

“It’s okay to feel… lost. It doesn’t make you weak.” He opened his eyes and looked at me finally, the redness around them catching the dim light. I could see the tears he had tried to hold back. “I hate feeling like this,” he admitted. “I hate that I let it get to me. I hate that I… I just…” He trailed off, biting his lip. I nodded slowly, understanding more than words could ever say. “You’re allowed to hate it,” I said. “But it’s okay to feel it too. You’ve been holding so much inside, Elliot. You don’t have to anymore. Not here. Not with me.”

"Dear Mom, I am sorry, I had to leave. I don't know how to escape from this marriage in another way. I was not sure about this marriage till now. It's the biggest decision of every girl's life. And I can't do this, mom. I am sorry. If I stay there, I know you will force me to do it. That's why I am leaving. I know, you will be shattered by the news. But, think about it, mom. I am sure you will find a way to escape from this situation.