I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

“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.

I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sharp breath. I hate him. I hate that he’s right. I hate that I saw those photos. The images in my head just won’t go away.

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.