I Hate You Finding Nemo Novels & Stories

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

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. Clips of the kiss, the kiss I swore I’d already locked in the back of my mind where it couldn’t touch me were everywhere. People slowed it down, zoomed in, made edits with love songs, breakup songs, dramatic violin music… name it, someone had already done it. And the comments? Lord, the comments were worse than the actual videos. “She never got over him.” “Look at her eyes before she kissed him back. That’s not hate.” “Enemies-to-lovers trope but in real life.”

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

"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.

My dear Yoon, how I miss you dearly. Remember our first fight? I was so jealous back then. I hate it when someone touches you except me. I'm sorry for getting mad at you. Remember our first trip abroad together? It was my first time riding on a plane. I know you don't like summer, but I insisted on going to the Philippines. I was so curious about those beautiful beaches there. Some people thought we were international celebrities, and some were taking pictures of us. You are so beautiful that everyone admires you. Your smile can radiate, sending warmth to everyone's heart.

“No Teddy, tell me this is a lie. She shouted. “Leave!” He roared at assistant Ian, who was watching Ava’s outburst. “Y…yes boss. Ian rolled out. “That’s scary, Ian cried inwardly. “Why did my boss' temper suddenly become unbearable? Well, that’s the repercussion of choosing a fish eye for a pearl. He didn’t even pity his boss at all.” He walked off in his thoughts. “Answer me, Teddy, have you fallen in love with that little creep?” “Ava please,” Teddy shut her up, a headache coming.

"Mango didn't know about others, but she really didn't want to waste her sympathy on Nanny Zhang, even if she saved Nathaniel." "When Nanny Zhang found Mango's wary gaze, she smiled and said, ""You've always been on guard against me. Will you let go of your hatred to me only when I'm dead?""" "I don't hate you, but I would never sympathize with or forgive you either. I am not a saint after all. I can't develop sympathy for you after you hurt me. Although your end doesn't satisfy me, at least it vents my anger." Mango didn't even hide her true feelings towards Nanny Zhang.

"Why Nanny? He knows I can't live a single day without talking to her and now I am not allowed to talk to her for a whole week." "UGH!!! JASON CHASER, I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE YOU!”

I hate it… I hate this… why do I feels like it was all my fault? “You moron… Saypher you moron idiot…”

— 'He's not going to answer you, Nefertary. — There are things I don't understand, there have always been things I haven't understood. Then you came to clarify, to explain those things, although sometimes it ended up worse than before. I won't cry for you, my mourning hasn't started — I let out the breath I'd been holding in anger —. I will find the bastard who put you in this damn grave, far from me. You're not dead to me yet, you're just on a nasty business trip with no set date to return to the Gregorio Ibagon mansion — tears run down my cheeks, wetting them —. 'How much I hate this' — I don't want to lose myself, father, I don't want to feel this that I'm feeling, this that you're making