I Hate To Admit It Novels & Stories

“Is that really all this is to you? Just an arrangement?” No. God, no. It stopped being just an arrangement weeks ago, and we both know it. But admitting that means admitting I've fallen for someone I'm supposed to hate. It means acknowledging that revenge isn't the only thing driving me anymore, and accepting that leaving will hurt more than I ever anticipated. So I lie. “Yes,” I say quietly. “That's all this is.”

Time that is usually wasted resting my head in my hands, considering all those aspects of life that I hate. So that's what I'm doing in this particular moment. And because my life is miserable, it takes me a long time. God, I really hate everyone and everything. I hate my stupid coffee shop. It's empty most of the time except for the same five customers who keep coming in every day for some reason I still don't understand. I hate my mom for dying just six months before the world changed, she should've died way sooner. I hate the world for changing in the first place. I hate the whole human race for being so stupid. I hate werewolves for deciding to announce their existence at the worst possi

I said between sobs “I-I found them in the restroom, h-he didn't love me. H-he never loved me, Lee. I t-thought I was the problem, but I wasn't.” “Screw him, Paige. Men are trash” She rubbed my back “You are smart, hot, and about to be a Lawyer! Who needs boys, screw his hockey ass. C’mon, let's go get breakfast.” I let out a small laugh, she made it sound so easy. Like I could switch it off. “Yes, He's trash” I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself. And maybe he was, but it still hurt. I quickly wiped my tears and pushed myself off the bed.

I told myself I was going to ignore it. Ignore the pictures. Ignore the gossip. Ignore him. But have you ever tried ignoring the internet? Yeah. Exactly. It’s impossible. It’s like telling the sun not to rise.....it just doesn’t work. Two days after that night, my entire life had basically turned into free entertainment for millions of strangers. I couldn’t scroll through I*******m, T*****r, TikTok, or even check my email without seeing my own face plastered across some dramatic headline.

“Even when I didn’t want it. Even when I hated you.” The words struck me like a bullet I didn’t see coming. I wanted to retreat, to deny, to tell him that I hated him too. But I couldn’t. Not really. I’d tried for years to convince myself I did, but the truth was buried too deep, tangled in memories and desire and fear. “I didn’t hate you,” I admitted finally, almost whispering, almost ashamed. “Not entirely.” He tilted his head, a flicker of something crossing his sharp features — surprise? Approval? Something darker. “Good,” he said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was.

Emma blurted out. "I don't want to get married right now. I need some time to fix things. I am sure crystal would want that as well. However, rest assured, Crystal will be given the respect she deserves. I care equally for her, and would never let anything bad happen to her. Right now, I am incapable of forming relationships. It would be unfair to her if I couldn't give her the love she deserves. I need some time."

~Daniella~ One thing was for sure, I really hate school. Everyone is fucking annoying here and being with a lot of people isn't one of my favorite thing to do. Especially this crowd. I mean, I wouldn't even be here if my Dad didn't blackmail me that he'd sell Vlacky, my beloved bike for just a hundred dollars. That was a Harley Davidson, man. And I don't even have the power to stop him, I mean he's my Dad and even though I have a bad reputation I still respect him, I may not show it sometime but yeah I do. Like thank you for his sperm and a gorgeous girl was born gracing Earth with her beloved presence.

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

After all, who else will help each other if not the two of us? "Gaga! I don't have a heart condition! So you don't have to worry about me." This isn't a joke anymore. "Don't worry, Nah, from now on I won't hit Kian anymore and I will ignore him either." Perhaps it's better this way than to embarrass myself once more. I'll forget how much I like him. Wait! What am I referring to? I dislike that man. If I don't have a date, it's up to me, but not with the guy who always turns me on.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.