I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

That voice, the voice of the person I love the most. "She's the woman I hate the most of all people so why did she think I would like her? I don't like her. I'm so uncomfortable with what she's doing. When we're together? I hate it! So gross that I want to puke my stomach out!" Please stop ... Why is he saying this?

Let him believe he has broken us. "I hate him," I thought fiercely, pressing my palms against my throbbing ankle. "I hate him more than I ever hated my father." Good,Sova purred softly, her rage settling into a sharp, icy resolve that wrapped around my heart. Hold onto that fire, little human. Because when this bone mends, we will burn his quiet little fortress to the ground.

“Please, Hazel. Don’t give up on us just get. Give me time to fix it. I swear I’ll spend every day of my life making it up to you. I promise you. Just give me a chance to do things better this time.” I hated this. I hated how broken he sounded. I hated how broken I was. I hated that we were even in this situation. I hated that life wasn’t smooth sailing for us. I wanted to hug him. I wanted him to hold me till it didn’t hurt anymore. I hated him. I hated him. I loved him.

“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.”

"I shouldn't have gone out. Not when I knew that someone could have recognized me. I know you hate me but-" "I don't hate you," he shook his head, a wisp of his hair falling onto his face. He pushed it back almost immediately. "Hate is strong feeling. I've ever only hated one person in my entire life." His eyes were steady, and for the first time, open and truthful. I knew who he was talking about, of course. He was talking about my father. Although, it was a small relief that he didn't hate me. I didn't want anyone hating me.

I swear, I had never hated anyone in my life except him. With my core blazing from despair and resentment, I glared at Darius, dead into his eyes, declaring my intentions. “Just watch, I will kill someone you love one day.” “As if a weak creature such as yourself is capable of grazing my skin or anyone I love’s skin in the first place. Do it, I am not stopping but I doubt you will be released in the first place.” He smirked darkly, scoffing to consider my declaration frivolous but I did it.

If I knew what was coming, I could possibly kill a person. "I—I hate you," he said, his voice quivering just like his hands. "That's how I feel about you." I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Do you really only hate me?" He swallowed something in his throat. I was only playing with him now. I wouldn't dare admit to his friends that he was supposedly in love with me, or with men for that matter. But I would toy with his mind just a little bit. "Yes," he hissed. "I hate you. So much."

He added calmly. “I would never!” I snapped. “I hate him. I hate him for everything he has done to me. I wouldn’t even let his name out of my mouth that’s how much I’ve grown to hate him.” I retorted, disagreeing strongly, hiding my weakness. “That’s good.” He nodded, pacing. “Otherwise I’d say you’re disagreeing way too much… so much so it sounds like a lie.” I grinned awkwardly. “You’re a terrible liar, Mira.” He stood in front of me. His gaze fell on me and it made my stomach churn.

He tightened his grip, holding me in his embrace, silently letting me know that he was there for me. He held me. No words. No judgment. Just his arms around me, solid and warm, anchoring me to something steady when everything inside was splintering. “I hate him,” I whispered, the words muffled against his shirt. “I hate what he’s done. What he took. What he still thinks he owns. Hate his guts. I hate that he is breathing the same air that I am breathing, that we are breathing.” “I know,” he murmured. “And I hate him too. But it doesn't mean that we're going to kill him because we hate him. Not yet.”

Our bodies clad in nothing. Except one another. He grinned. “And here I thought you hated my guts.” I scoffed. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still hate your guts.” “Uh huh.” “I really do. You’re a dick who pulled a dick move today. I hope you know that.” He nodded slowly. “I do. And you should hate me. You should always hate the kind of person I am.” “Now, get back down here and let me taste you again.”