I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

I would let him. Because honestly, even I am tired of convincing myself to not hate him. Not anymore. I would not have to convince myself of it anymore. Because now I do. Not for the end he brought me but for the pain he caused my parents. I hate him for putting my friends through all the shit of helping of him. I hate him for all the lies he sprouted and I hate him for all the promised he made, which, he clearly could not keep. I gather the remaining of my courage and wiped the tear stain from my cheek as I looked him dead in the eye before speaking, "Do it, then." His eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Imani's POV I hate him. I hate him a lot. "Ugh! I hate him already!" I screamed once more, for what felt like the hundredth time today. If I were to receive a free wolf for every time I cursed that certain grumpy ingrate, my pack would undoubtedly be the most powerful in the land.

I asked with a questioning look, "Show me your worst Nikolas, i wanna see how long you gonna keep the i am not gonna hurt you bullshīt." At that, he let go of my wrist. He clenched his jaw and looked away almost on the verge of losing it out. Disgust rushed in my veins, and I couldn't stop myself as i said it, "I hate you." I never hated someone this much, "You have no idea how much i hate you." He looked back at me and shook his head, "I will change that." His words held a promise. I scoffed, "Never." "You'll see. Our story doesn't stop here love." He said as he tried to stand straight.

Him of all people. "Even though all you have showed me during our days together are your hatred and anger. I still misses those days," he brought me back to life. How can he think I hate him? I never hate anyone. Well! I don't think I needed to reveal anything to him just yet. He should keep believing what he wanted to. A part of me wanted that of him too.

I was moody all day and even skipped dinner. I definitely hated him. Really hated him. or maybe that’s what I wanted myself to think. Now that I think about it again, why would seeing him on TV make me so upset? Hate is one thing but being upset about seeing him? I shook off the question and just concluded that I hated him before but now, I don’t hate him. I don’t dislike him either.

Almost soothing. "I never hated you," he says, taking a step closer. " I never once hated you. Look I know I did some ugly shits and that's because I'm a fool. There is stuff I did that I'm not proud of but" he stops then swallows. " Because I'm unsure of how I felt"

“Trying to figure out if you are gay enough for Peter.” “I'm not gay,” I spat. He nodded. “I know,’’ he smiled. “That's why I talked Peter out of a fake relationship with you and focused on himself and meeting new people.” I swallowed hard. If we weren't in public I would have punched him. “Look,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “I know you have a problem with my family, but I was trying to look past the hatred we have for each other's family. But now I'm beginning to see why my father hates all of you.”

He cried still in a state of hypnotic influence. “I hate them all, huhu! I hate the whole Noel family! I hate myself! Hu Hu Hu!" ***

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we

"Nothing I say now will mend what I've done. But you're right about one thing….I can't hate you. Despite everything, I can't bring myself to hate you." "Because you are not capable of hating anyone," I finished. "I know." He smiled then, sad and genuine for the first time since I'd known him. "That's exactly why you need to stay away from men like us." I walked away without another word, the USB recorder in my purse heavy with his confession. Every word captured, every admission preserved. Evidence for a war I still wasn't sure I wanted to fight. My burner phone rang as I stepped outside into the February cold.