I Hate You Finding Nemo Novels & Stories

I glance at the TV, where the opening credits of Finding Nemo are already rolling. I arch a brow. “Nemo?” Harlow nods excitedly. “It’s Daddy Mercer’s pick!” I give Kade a look, and he just grins unapologetically. “What? It’s a classic.” Shaking my head, I settle back against the pillows, pulling Harlow onto my lap. “Fine. But if we’re doing this, I get to pick the next movie.” Kade smirks. “Oh, I don’t know, we already have the lineup planned.”

(I didn’t say that out loud either. Essentially, I hated everyone and everything except my cat. Our missing vampire, Emile, still hadn’t been found, adding to my general anger and unhappiness. Weeks passed. The weather stayed cold and miserable. It fucking snowed, and then it iced, and then it thawed into slush and then iced again, and I discovered that no, I hadn’t actually reached my limit for how much I could hate everything.

Upon arrival, Gianna was as astounded as watching a scurrying rabbit in a waistcoat to see Kelly seated in the living room in Mimie's company. The prior being the first to spot her jolted up to fullness and ran to her as if her existence depended on it so much that, Gianna almost thought it wasn't the same person she was mad at. She could not stay mad at anyone for long as much as she couldn't hoist the burden of hatred even if it's just a second: the reason why she couldn't bring herself to hate Sean after all that he was and is still up to. That wasn't in her nature.

Noah just nodded. “I hate you for making my life so miserable! I hate you for hating us, for hating me! I hate you for not being a father. I hate you for hurting my mother and me. I hate you, Noah, for not sticking inside your shithole where you belonged,” Noah growled deeply, his words barely audible but his voice loud and powerful.

"But I could see it on his face." I didn't answer. A flicker of disappointment surged through me. Noemi was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke again. "I know what it's like," she said. "To want someone you're supposed to hate." I looked away. "I spent years hating someone," she continued. "And I convinced myself it was working — that I didn't care. That I was stronger than the feeling." She paused. "But it wasn't true. I was just scared." "Scared of what?"

Something uncomfortable. Something I hated immediately.

Making it impossible for me to lie. “I am going home today!” I uttered drily and just the same reaction with Dean but a bit different. She freezed with her green cat eyes not daring to blink. Yeah, she wore lens. Her eyes real colors were black and she hated it, so she got lens. “What? How come? Did something happen? Why the rush? I told you wanted to go by Christmas?” Kitty bombed me with her questions. Her eyes were stuck on me that i feared being struggled by them. But anyways, eyes can't do anything.

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

I yell at him totally angry thr statement that he had just made. " I would never do that...why would I give up looking for Nessa, I mean I get that I'm frustrated about thr whole thing,but that does not give me the chance to try to relax on finding Nessa,and if you are you can back out,but I am definitely not" I say firmly through gritted teeth as I stared at him with an open eyes, that read that I was totally surprised at his sudden question.

"I was agreeing to the part where you said you're annoying." Mira throws her head back in laughter. "You can lie to yourself, but you cannot fool me. You wouldn't let someone bully you into dancing with them if there wasn't something more to it. How you like a person might differ from how I like Ken, darling. Don't knock it until you've tried it." "I don't like him," I reject her theory vehemently. If Connor and I were the last two people on earth, and he saved me from a shark attack and then mended my wounds, I still wouldn't like him.