I Need You To Hate Me Novels & Stories

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

"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.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

“Trying to figure out if you are gay enough for Peter.” “I'm not gay,” I spat. He nodded. “I know,’’ he smiled. “That's why I talked Peter out of a fake relationship with you and focused on himself and meeting new people.” I swallowed hard. If we weren't in public I would have punched him. “Look,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “I know you have a problem with my family, but I was trying to look past the hatred we have for each other's family. But now I'm beginning to see why my father hates all of you.”

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."

Love so fierce it feels like a weapon. I lean against the hood and close my eyes. Ava’s voice fills my head. Her laugh. The way she says my name when she’s half-asleep. The way she looks at me like I’m home. “I’m coming,” I whisper into the night. “No matter what it costs.” My phone vibrates again. I didn't check it this time. I already know my answer. If they want a war, I’ll give them one. And I’ll make sure the world is watching when it burns.

I would NEVER stoop so low for a boy who isn’t worth me. Jace flinched. ‘And forcing Stacy on him won’t change anything. It’s not my fault he doesn’t love or want her so stop projecting your insecurities on me.’ She continued, her voice lowered, sharper now. ‘I am not your enemy. I am just a scapegoat.’ Then she turned towards Jace. Disappointment was all over her face because she expected him to be the one person to save her of all this mess from his mother. Yes, he tried to stop his mother, but he didn’t do enough.

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

I froze on the spot. She lets go and stared at me. I stared back, my mind was still processing what just happened. After a while, I looked down at the ground and let my hands form into ball of fists. "What are you doing to me Daniella? One minute you were angry with me and then now you do this. You make me hate you. And yet you do things that makes me feel weird that I can't even think straight anymore. What is into you? I want to hate you" I say. And when I looked up I saw that infamous smirk of her. That mischievous smirk.

His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair. "I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his. Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that. But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?" My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted