I Need You To Hate Me Novels & Stories

“Why should I? It’s obvious we both hate each other. That’s why we can’t ever agree on anything. And about what you said? It doesn’t surprise me. You’re a selfish, egoistic jerk you do things for your own gain. Nothing new there.” He raised a brow. “Really? I never said I hated you. And for the record, I was only kidding earlier.” I turned away. “Whatever. I don’t care what you think. And you should knowI don’t like you. I don’t even know why. I just can’t help the hate. So don’t get your hopes high that I’m gonna fall for you someday. Even if you gave me the whole damn world, it’s not happening. I’m sure of that.”

Abyss looked at Mango whose eyes blazed with hatred for him. The feeling was so foreign, and it hurt all the way down into the deepest parts of his soul. Her hatred for him was so apparent that she brought out all the evil in him to the surface. In fact, Abyss had been trying to find out Mango's bottom line and whether or not Mango cared for him, but now he realized that he could not bear it when he looked into Mango s hate-filled gaze. "Katherine, do you think it's justified for you to slander me like this?"

He was my best friend. Sure I was mad and I feel like I still am. But hate him? I guess not? "Though, I doubt you have the heart to ever hate me even just a percent," He said with a grin. "Well, sorry to burst your thick little bubble but I do hate you a hundred percent sure!" "Why are you letting me hug you right now then?" I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him. I used my arms as a barrier between our chest. "It's comfortable so shut up!"

> 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.

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. I. fucking. hate. you.” Grandma’s eyes widen. “Don’t say that. You don't mean that, my child. Come. Let’s get out of here.” “No.” I shake my head. “I’ve spent my whole life trying not to say it.” I stare straight at my mother. “But I hate you. I really do. You’re the virus in my life. You corrupt everything you touch.” Her face changes. She steps toward me. “You’re just a selfish little girl.” “I am not a little girl.”

“The reason my one wish, the wish to finally be free, was taken from me.” My fists clench. “Can you stop pretending everything is fine?! Don’t follow me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Do whatever you want without involving me. I hate you. Don’t you understand that?” “You hate me that much?” he asks, calm but oddly curious. “I hate you for hurting my best friend!” I step closer, raising my voice. “I hate you for ruining my life!” My second finger rises unconsciously, counting my grievances. “I hate you for taking everything from us—our property, our home, our wealth!”

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

The joke is on me big time. I want to hate him. I really want to but now I realize I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't. How can I when the mere mention of his name makes me wet and helpless with the need for him!? When the thought of him makes me weak with warmth, and tenderness, and... Love. I just love the bastard. I'm incapable of hating him. 'I love you, Thor Reginald Quinn!' I shout in my mind. 'Since hating you is not working then I give up trying to hate you, you bastard! Satisfied!?'

Her nails scraped against my chest, not to push me away but to hold herself up as her lips pressed together and more tears trickled down her cheeks. “I hate you,” she choked out, her voice breaking around each word and I felt something inside me shatter beyond repair, “I hate you…. I hate how much I need you. I hate it. I hate everything!” “I HATE YOU!”