I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

Pictured that stupid huge dick sliding against me, almost inside, almost enough. I came so hard my vision went white, thighs clamping around my hand, tears spilling down my cheeks as I bit my own arm to keep from screaming his name. I hate him. I really hate him. “I swear to God, Adrian, I’m going to make you pay for this.”

,I asked. "We both hate that Damian son",he said. My heart related. But I had to keep up with the act. "How so? ",I asked. "I despise the bastard so much. I've been hunting him down for years now ",he said proudly. I acted shocked. "You mean you hate him too? ,and you're looking for a way to destroy him like how I am too? ",I asked. He nodded with an evil smile. "I do very much ",he said slowly with utmost rage.

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!?'

His scowl became weak , but he was still angry . "I hate what they didn't do" he huffed . "But , I won't kill them , if that's what you're worried about" he rolled his eyes . It meant a lot to me that he would even come considering he hates them all . I haven't told him why they want us to come and I'm very nervous to see how he reacts when he finds out .

> 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.

Blake mumbled. "Why blake did you found someone already?" I asked him since he's kind of weird especially when he asked that kind of thing. "I don't know!" He shrugged Usher and me look at each other eyes and communicate. That's definitely something going on his head. "If you like to talk bro where here!" I said while I patted his back. "Nah... I pass.. I don't trust your instincts about woman!" He said to me and I look at him shocked. "Baby blakey you hurt my feelings here!" I said as I wipe my non existing tears.

“I hate you!" “That’s what I thought,” he whispered darkly, pressing his forehead to mine, his grip unyielding. “You can scream, cry, hate me all you want—but at the end of it, you’ll still belong to me. Not him. Never him.”

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Of course, our first meeting wasn't exactly pleasant. He looked at me with intense hatred, and it shook me to my core. I guess I deserved that. I wasn't the type who gave up on anything, so this isn't going to be anything different. I'll spend the rest of my life making up to him if I have to. Don't worry, Corey, I haven't given up on you yet. I will win you back no matter what. You just watch me.

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I got off the bed and rushed out, my bare feet hitting the marble floor as I stepped into the hallway. I just need to find my mum so we’ll talk some more, probably come to a resolution, even though she secretly hates me. My heart ached at the thought, but I know I deserve it. I killed her husband after all, how could she ever forgive me? Just as I was about to roam into another room, I heard my name. “Sapphire.” I froze. Jonathan approached from the opposite end of the hallway, smiling warmly like everything in the world was perfectly fine.