I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

, I clenched my fists, looking away. "I don't think you actually mean it", he cracked up. "What the fuck! Why?", I spat. "Hate is a huge word. And you fucking don't hate him. If you did you'd let me shoot him that night", he said. "I don't want bloodshed. I only wanna destroy him. That's it. He has broken me beyond repair and I fucking wanna make him realise the pain he caused me", I groaned. A flame of agony burning inside me.

“What happened?” I groan. Maverick happened. Maverick and his Maverickness and his stupid Maverick ways. I hate him. I apparently hate a lot of things and they seem to circulate around the same three things. I hate life right about now, because I should know better and I really do. I still got railed by Maverick with his huge dick, because I’m a stupid whore for him. Lovely. Just lovely. “I’m an idiot,” I mutter. “One hundred percent!” Darius agrees.

Ignorance, my subconscious, that always seems to have a bone to pick with me, snaps. “Shut up, Okay?” I order in the nicest way I can. I have always yearned for more information on him, but this is a little too much. This is destroying the pretty picture that had started clouding my mind, convincing me that he’s not as bad as they say. He doesn’t shut up. He’s on a roll, his words flowing confidently now. “He hates me, you know? I took her away from him, and from all the others too. It’s why they all hate me. I don’t care about them. I don’t need them telling me what I did was awful. I’d kill myself too if I could.”

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

"I'm such a fool for him." I smirked. "You are a fool, but for me, I can't look at him with the same eyes I did before. I think I hate him now," I said sarcastically. "You don't hate him, Ivory," Meggay said, so I looked at her. "I hate him." She sighed. "You don't hate him, and you never will." "You're just acting like you hate him because it's easier than admitting that you miss him," she smirked.

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

I wanted to hug him and laugh about him playing another prank on my but it would be in my dreams. "After all we are Step siblings that hate each other" I sniffed "If you like don't come back I don't fucking care!!" Well that came out rough because I have not used 'f' words before, not I haven't really used it but I am not a fan of it. That's it, I said the truth about how I feel now, I fucking hate him and he is nothing but an annoying step brother I hate with passion not the boy I hate to love.

"I hate to say this, but actually, I hate you." I watched the color drain from his face. He went pale, his eyes widening as if I’d just punched him in the gut for real this time. The pain that flashed across his features was so sharp it almost made me take the words back instantly. "I hate that you have so much effect on me," I continued quickly, reaching out to catch his hands in mine. "The fact that I still love you even when I hate you is remarkable. It’s infuriating, actually. I wanted to stay away. I wanted to believe I could make a life that didn't involve the Iron Claw or the constant weight of the past. But what can I say?"