I Swear I Still Hate Him Novels & Stories

“I know he’s not with you. That’s all I need.” Jamie tilted her head, sizing me up like she was picking a fight with her manicurist. “Enjoy the moment, witch. But don’t get too comfortable. Micah gets tired of toys.” “And you’re what, the one he returned to the store for being defective?” Her eyes sharpened, but I didn’t give her the chance to respond. “I hate her,” I said bluntly, turning to Micah without an ounce of shame. “Just so we’re all clear. I hate her face, her voice, her shoes, and whatever powdered misery she’s wearing.”

Because it hadn’t. We were still the same. “I still hate you,” I mumbled. “No, you don’t.” I really didn’t.

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

Forgot about Ivy and Phase 2 and company phones that synced to cloud storage. All I knew was his mouth and his hands and the way he made my entire body feel like it was on fire. He pulled back suddenly. Breathing hard. "This doesn't change anything," he said roughly. "I still hate you." "Good. I still hate you too." "And I'm still going to destroy Ivy. Or at least, I'm not going to save her when my mother makes her move." He looked down at me. "And if you try to stop me, I'll destroy you too."

She nodded, "Are you?" He lifted his shoulders and sighed, "I hate him ... I really do ... but no matter how much I hate him, I think he hates me even more ... and I couldn't figure out how can someone hate their own son like that," he tried to hold himself together, he felt the burn behind his eyes.

Perhaps, I didn’t hate him anymore. And if I didn’t, what was the point of lying to him or to myself? “ No, actually. ” I raised my hand and grabbed his collar, pulling his face near. “ I don’t think I hate you now. So what about it? Are you going to rub it in my face? Make fun of it? Well…guess what, Mr. Izer Primeblood. I don’t give a shit about what you will do or what you are thinking right now but I need you to know that you won’t be able to bail out of this unless you tell me the real reason behind this newly found hate and about what you want in return for me. ”

“I promise you.” He nodded, started to say something, hesitated again. She waited, knowing that he’d tell her when he was ready. “I still hate him,” Curtis said softly. “I hate him like poison, baby, and the worst part is that I fucking look just like him. I look in the mirror some days, and there he is, staring right back at me.”

I do hate him Do I hate him? "Did you ever think that maybe I might have some feelings about this too?" He still looks furious, but there is sadness there now too. "Why should you?" he looks down. "I guess I was wrong when I thought you were different than all of the others," he looks disappointed as he adds, "You aren't so different after all. You are also only thinking about yourself."

That’s the problem. Well, I tried talking to him at lunch. I decided to laugh it off and just say hi. But the second he saw me, he walked away. That was the day I decided I was going to spend the rest of my life hating Alaric. After that day, I became really cruel to him. At first, it was just an act. I honestly thought he would notice and come say sorry. But Ric? He’s like the posturing peacock that panders itself to the gallery.

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.