I Hate You Star Wars Novels & Stories

Sasha let out a sigh and tried to keep the tears in "why...why do you hate me?" Michael was shocked, he wasn't expecting that so soon and he was lost for words at the moment. He thought of a way to refute her but he can't possibly think of the best answer, does he hate her? Of course he does, but why? He can't even answer himself. He turned away from her not wanting her to see his battling with his thought "no more work for you." Sasha was dumbstruck, what did he say? "Wh...what..what did you say?"

“Back then I couldn't see it until it was too late, but now I see what you really are. A pathetic excuse of a man and an Alpha." “Even worse than my father. Worse than the Alpha, worse than Serena. You're the worst kind of person I have ever seen, and I loathe you to the point that I would run away a thousand times rather than spend another day with you." I spat out, nothing but pure hatred brimming in me. All that was good in me, he tainted it with his every presence. But no more. With everything in me, I gave the finishing blow “I have never hated anyone as much as I hated you.”

"You are the cheater here, stop trying to push that disgusting name to me." He shot back sharply, "You hated him! You had always told me how much you loathe him! He is your father's killer, did you forget that?" "Sometimes, hatred does turn to love. I love my husband so much and I'm happy to be with him," I replied, the smile still plastered on my face. Derek stared at him, confusion boldly written on his face, but that was his problem to deal with and not mine. In a stern voice, I added, "Don't try stopping me whenever you see me. Do I know you, Derek?"

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.

So after years of fighting up and down, this boy is suddenly panicking over you? ‘It’s not like that,’ Laura said quickly, brushing her fingers through her hair. But the soft smile at the corner of her lips gave her away. Monica caught it instantly. ‘Are you blushing? Oh my good lord! You are blushing.’ ‘I am NOT blushing,’ she protested, even though she absolutely was. Michelle leaned forward, eyes shining. ‘So you are telling us… the Jace Salvatore you hated, the boy you freaking wanted to hurt the most, is now the same person taking care of you every day, feeding you, jumping into pools for you, checking on you like a husband?’

Why would she rather frame me than admit she was wrong? Lucas hates me. A seven year old boy who should still be innocent, who shouldn't understand love and hate yet. But he's already learned to hate. He's already learned to call me ugly, fat, unworthy of being his stepmother. Who taught him? Who planted that hatred in a little kid's heart? Irene hates me. Sebastian's perfect ex wife. Beautiful, slim, rich, classy. What is she afraid of? I'm no threat to her. I'm just an ordinary woman who happens to be close to her ex husband, but she still hates me.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

It took a few moments to fully adjust before I could pick up speed. “Harder, Willow. Like you fucking hate me.” He moaned. Hate. Okay what did I hate? Pop quizzes, jump scares, traffic. Nathaniel Watson. There was nothing I hated more than him. He was so fucking annoying and infuriating. He thought he was so smart and better than me, but he wasn’t! He was a fucking loser who just happened to be kind of fucking hot. My hand shot to my clit, rubbing it furiously as I rode Orlando hard and fast. This was actually really turning me on.

Shining blue eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, A knife has left a scar reaching from just under the left eyebrow , running towards his left nostril and ending above his right eye leaves a bittersweet memories. The men in the room fell silent, their eyes shifting between the two. “I am not Michael, Michael is dead.” Hazel's world shattered in an instant as the words hit her like a tidal wave. "What?" she gasped, her voice trembling, as if each syllable emerged from a breaking heart. "Michael is de—" Her plea interrupted the unspeakable truth she couldn't bear to hear. "Don't say it! Don't you dare say it!" Her words quivered, tears welled in her eyes, and her voice cracked with raw an

"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.