I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

He said taking back his cola. "I'm not saying you shouldn't hate me... I'm saying...you shouldn't hate yourself, you have the right to hate whoever you want, I'm not stopping you but hating yourself...is something. You shouldn't allow hate to do to you" I explained. "Hmm, are you hating yourself?" He asked all of a sudden. "I...I...donno" I stuttered not too sure...but I'm actually sure I am, I hate myself for not protecting Adrian.

SUCH BETRAYAL (II). Roel clenched his fists tightly. “ I wanted to make him pay… I want to see that bastard suffer. “ That bastard… I hate that bastard so much… I simply despise him. If only I could kill him, everything would have been better. But i can’t ” He gritted his teeth.

As we stared at each other with widened eyes and fast beating heart, I made my last statement to Lysander. “If you have nothing meaningful to say to me, I would love to take my leave now!” I said, making a way for my utterance when Lysander dragged me to a halt. I stopped walking and turned back to his usual wretched Expression only for him to open his mouth and say “If there is one thing I'd forever say to you…” he said confidently, his voice soft and menacing. ‘'If there's something I'd always say it to you, it'd be my HATRED for you! I HATE you, Ivy!” “I hate you for real!”

I hate him for making me feel this way! I hate how helpless I feel and I'll kill him!! I kill him with my hands and damn the mate bond!! I hate you, archer! I hate hate you so much!!!!

I hate how he has profoundly imprinted himself, but I hate myself for letting him. I'm not too fond of the fact that I've tried to hate him, but I can't. The truth is? I love him.

Incapable. I quickly turned around and exclaimed, "Hey man! I'm not gori—" Where has that man gone? At the very least, I was left alone. Argghhh! It's as if I'm speaking to myself. Heist! That man is a bw*tch! I came to a complete stop while walking down the street. Sh*t! It's a disgrace how I treated him. I forgot to express my gratitude. I assumed it was Kian. Heist! Why am I remembering him? Kian, you're insane! It's entirely your fault!

he broke the silence hoarsely. I shook my head weakly. "They never hated you." "How about you, Khrystal? Do you still hate me?" I was caught off guard. He was staring at me now with a sad smile on his lips. "You are . . ." he whispered. I looked away and secretly clenched my fist. Once again, he let out a painful laugh. "I deserve this right?" he stated. "I am an asshole," he added. I secretly took a breath. I didn't understand what he said and slowly stood up. I stared at him, emotionless.

"You spent seven years making me hate you, and then you try to go to prison for me?" "I never wanted you to hate me, Amelia," Adrian breathed, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce, burning intensity that made her breath catch. "I was an arrogant kid who didn't know how to protect you back then. But I know now." He gently reached out, his long fingers carefully cupping her jaw, brushing away a smudge of soot near her temple. His touch was warm, solid, and entirely undoing. Amelia didn't pull away. She leaned into his palm, closing her eyes as the last wall between them crumbled into dust.

It sounded, coming from him, almost like was exactly who I said I was. She froze. "What'd you say?" "I said yes. Kind of. I gave him a reply that was true enough to get past the question without really answering it." I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin there. "I don't know how much longer that's gonna work, Sofia. He's not dumb. He's a lot sharper than he looks. Every time I think I've gotten around him, I look up and he's already a few moves ahead, just waiting to see what I do next."

“Like hell. I’ll die of nausea.” Laughing, he pushed the button to unlock the car doors. “This changes nothing. We’re working together; I’m being professional. Money is involved. Make no mistake, I hate you. More than you’ll ever know.” I say, pushing my button as well. I meant every word. Furthermore, I’d never stop hating Aiden. Not in a long shot. “You can’t decide to hate me, love. Plus, stop convincing yourself that you do; it’ll hurt more when you realize you don’t.”