I Need You To Hate Me Novels & Stories

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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 say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I hated you, Mom, I hated you, I hated you so strongly, for so long, so deeply, that I forgot who I was, where I came from, where I was going, what I wanted, what I hoped for, what I believed, what I loved, I hated you for having abandoned me, left me, forgotten me, I hated you for not coming back, for not having looked for me, for not having found me, for not having loved me, I hated you for leaving me with Sabrina, with that woma

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.”

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

"I'm so hot, I feel like I could die." "You don't know what you're asking of me." I mutter. "yes, yes I do." She whimpered. "I'm asking you to help me, help me ease the ache between my legs, I beg you. I know you hate me and all but do you really hate me enough to watch me suffer like thi even when you know you can help." "I don't hate you Jazz." I whispered, but she didn't seem to believe me. My eyes were hooded now and the image if her being so nerdy and desperate for me had all my senses clouded

I understood why he did it, but I still couldn’t accept being used like that. "Because I hate myself." "What?" I thought I misheard. "I said..." "Forget it. I don’t care if it’s love or hate, I don’t want to know. I want to go back." "I said, I hate that I love you. I could’ve easily used you to achieve my plans without any guilt, but I can’t be that heartless. I hate that I love a poor, ordinary, naive, foolish girl like you, who still somehow manages to captivate me."

she finally admits, her voice trembling. "It is easy," I insist, trying to mask my own turmoil. "You just have to hate me even harder and do things to ruin me. It’ll make you feel bad," I say, even though deep down, I don’t truly want her to go through that pain. "You’re okay with me hating you?" She as "No," I replies softly, my gaze dropping to the floor. "But as long as you’re happy, I can deal with it." A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "Well, I can’t because hating you is the reason I can’t love myself." Her words strike me like a dagger, and in that moment, I realize I’ve shattered the heart that loves me so fiercely.

-I understand you, but do you understand me? -I don't want to understand you. I don't want to trust someone like you. -Someone like me, how? -I know that hotels and transportation companies are not your only businesses. -Darling, it's like I was the one following you. -You need to know everything about enemies. -It's a shame you're not capable of hating me. -Oh, really!? Why do you say that? -Because I'm too sexy to be hated, he says with a devilish grin.