Romans & histoires I Swear I Still Hate Him

“No more Avery from me. I swear.” I resisted his pull, needing to know, “Is she still out there?” “Nah,” he reassured. “She picked up her pizza and left already. We’re good.” I nodded and followed him to our stools. When he announced out of the blue, “I think I hate her,” I jolted in surprise and sent him an odd look. “What? Why? She never did anything wrong.” He shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m just going to, anyway. Maybe it’ll help offset how much you like her.”

Unmoving. “You okay?” I whispered. He nodded slowly. “I don’t deserve this.” “Why?” I said, brushing hair from his face. “You do. And you have it anyway.” His eyes closed, and he let his forehead fall to mine. “I’ve killed people.” “I know.” “I lied to you.” “I know.” “I betrayed my oath.” “And yet,” I whispered, “you’re still the only place I feel safe.” A pause. And then— “I love you,” he said, finally. “God help me, Carmenta. I love you so damn much.”

Just fucking how? “But I can promise you, it still doesn't change the fact that I'm completely irritated by your presence at the moment. Something has blinded me such that I can't stand the sight of you” He spat calmly, as though he didn't just indicate that he hated that he still loved me. My eyes bulged in realization, he didn't hate me for betraying and hurting him, he hated himself for not being able to hate me or hurt me in return despite it. He hated himself for loving me, just as I hated myself for hurting him.

It’s like he was back to the Achilles I know. “Pretend that you don’t hear or see anything, woman. I hate my mom, she ruined my life. That's why I swore in front of dad's grave that I will never let a woman control me. I will never let a woman play with my emotions, and use my weakness to be my downfall. No woman can tame me so don’t expect that I’ll be nice to you after what happened, you’re still a nobody from me. You're a woman, one of the human beings I hate the most, remember that.” After saying those he turned his back and walk away from me as nothing happened.

I shouted at him with all anger I could muster for him "I hate you and I don't give a fu****** shit if you are my mate or not" "Too bad love because from now on you are stuck with me forever" With this he was gone leaving me shouting profanities at him. ______________________________________

“Hey, hate is a strong word. I dislike him but I don’t really hate him. Also, Bethany is his mate.” I told him and watched his mouth fall open in shock.

I bursted out angrily to him "I hate everything that is related to you , I hate it! You don't even deserve to call me by my name! I hate you Joel Cesborn , with all of my heart and soul. Don't find me again and don't even try to show your face in front of me again" I continued and looked at him coldly one last time before walked out the room I freaking hate you Joel.. I will always hate you

“Then say it. Just say what’s eating you alive instead of pacing like a damned animal.” His eyes locked on mine, and something in him snapped. “I hate you.” I couldn't breathe again. I blinked. “You don’t mean that.” my voice cracked. “Oh, I do.” He took a step closer, rage tightening his features. “I hate the way you walk around like you didn’t destroy everything. I hate how you look at me like you still deserve to be here. I hate—” his voice broke slightly before he pushed through, “—that no matter how much you pretend to be different, you’re still her. Still Isadora.”

Then he leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear. “I’ll go,” he said softly. “But this isn’t over. It never was.” And with that, he walked out, leaving me standing in the middle of my living room with shaking hands, a racing heart, and lips that still burned. I hated him. But God help me… I wanted more.

The words still crawled under my skin, replaying again and again, even though he had walked away. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to block him out, erase his voice from my head. But it clung like smoke. “I hate him,” Ivana said suddenly, her voice sharp, cutting through the dark. “I hate the way he thinks he knows us. Like we’re pieces in some game.” I lifted my head slightly, searching her face in the dim light. “What if he’s right?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her eyes snapped to me, fierce and bright even in the shadows. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you ever give him that.”