I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

I haven’t… met anyone like this before. I hate him, I really do. I have to say it until I convince myself because the contrary will not end well for me. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

Am I going crazy to even be considering the possibility? "I know you think it's crazy, I mean I think it's fucking crazy, but consider how I've been feeling all this while keeping this all to myself and dealing with his hatred and out-of-this-world mood swing..." My gaze snapped to Dawn's. "Hatred?... He hates you" "Yes, he does. I think I remind him of a woman who stabbed him, probably to kill him in the past, however long that has been... "

I swallowed hard. “The farther I stayed away from you, the worse it got.” His eyes locked onto mine. “I don’t know how you managed to do this to me.” I held my breath. “And you know what I hate the most?” He paused. But I could see his jaw tighten. “I still hate you.” My heart seemed to stop. “I shouldn’t want you.” His voice was low, filled with frustration. “But I still do.” Aaron looked away. “That’s what I hate the most."

I trailed off, pressing my lips together. “Part of you still cares,” she finished gently. I closed my eyes. “I hate him,” I said, the words hollow. “I hate him more than ever.”

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

All the more reason to hate him. I should have put it into my brain. Men like Santi's caliber would never settle with a single woman. My anger only overflowed at the thought. I can't believe I gave myself to an asshole. “Why are you asking? Is he your type?” He said in shock. I frowned at him. "Of course not!" "Well, it should be. Because you know Ivory, don't you? She does not accept defeat! And she really hates when something is taken away from her!”

“Do you… still hate me?” That was when he finally turned to me. And for a second, I almost smiled. He was still so heartbreakingly beautiful. His ocean-blue eyes had darkened under the dim lights—like a storm brewing behind them. But what really caught my attention was the bruising on his lips. They looked wounded, split at the corner. “Yes, I still hate you,” he said, voice low. “Because if I can’t hate you… I’ll end up hating myself. And I refuse to hate myself for something you did.”

He asks as he walks closer, and I grit my teeth. " You're not my friend..." I stated sternly, my voice dangerously low. " Oh... I once was... You know?" He asked as he squatted closer to me. Little kept me from spitting on his face. I wish I did. " Oh I've forgotten, you can't remember..." The tears clouded my eyes again, but this time it was out of anger and deep born hatred. How dare he taunt me with my predicament?? He's so going to pay for that.

It's just so great! Yeah. I'm so proud of my girl. My girl. I still can't believe she's mine and I'm hers. I still can't believe that we love each other. I still can't believe--- I'm seriously getting cornier---you know more corny, like---tss whatever you guys don't get my joke anyway.