Just Say You Hate Me Novels & Stories

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

I'll do anything you say. Please don’t hurt me. I am pregnant.

it makes me sick . It even makes me rhyme ... I hate it....I hate the way you're always right.. I hate it when you lie .. I hate it when you cry .. I hate it when you make me laugh even when you're crying .. I hate it when you're not around... And the fact that you didn't irritate me... I hate it when you didn't miss me.. Am I hating you or am I falling for you?? ♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you...

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

Ryder took a slice of pizza and sat on the floor near Aiden. Ava leaned forward. “So we’re planning revenge.” “We are not,” Riss said quickly. “We are,” Ava insisted. Ryder chewed slowly. “What kind of revenge?” “Make him jealous,” Ava said. “Destroy his ego.” Peter shook his head. “I just want to breathe.” “You can breathe after we break his heart,” Ava replied. Ryder swallowed his pizza. “Jealousy works.” Riss looked at him. “Don’t encourage her.”

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

“Why should I? It’s obvious we both hate each other. That’s why we can’t ever agree on anything. And about what you said? It doesn’t surprise me. You’re a selfish, egoistic jerk you do things for your own gain. Nothing new there.” He raised a brow. “Really? I never said I hated you. And for the record, I was only kidding earlier.” I turned away. “Whatever. I don’t care what you think. And you should knowI don’t like you. I don’t even know why. I just can’t help the hate. So don’t get your hopes high that I’m gonna fall for you someday. Even if you gave me the whole damn world, it’s not happening. I’m sure of that.”

No feelings attached. Just this. Her nails dug into my chest. My hands slid from her neck down her spine, tracing every curve through the thin fabric. She pulled back slightly—just enough to breathe. Her eyes were darker now. “This doesn't mean I forgive you.” She whispered against my mouth. “I know.” ”And I still think you’re an asshole.” ”How about we never say ‘ I love you.’” Her brows furrowed. “So what do we say?” ”We say ‘I hate you.’” I smirked.