Just Say You Hate Me Novels & Stories

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

I couldn’t even say all this to my brother. Olivia burst into a loud laughter, her voice laced with an unsettling tone. "Oh Sofia, you want to know why? Fine, I'll tell you. I hate you. I've always hated you," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with venom. “I hate that fact that you exist, I hate you so so much!” Silence engulfed the room as her words hung in the air, each one like a dagger piercing Sofia’s heart. She stood frozen, her eyes welling up with tears, unable to comprehend the magnitude of Olivia's revelation.

Into Caisey’s, into Cohen’s life? “We don’t have anything to talk about. You hate me, you’re free to hate me. I never expected you to love me, never in my life. It doesn’t matter to me whether you hate me or love me. That’s none of my concern and I hope you get that into your mind too,” she says. “Are you saying that it doesn’t matter to you whether I hate you or love you? I know I don’t love you but you will regret taking my hatred normally. You don’t know what it means to be hated by me, do you?” I glare at her.

He might decide to change along the way “Mia” “We could work this out…I know you feel nothing for me now, but, you can…you surely can. I will make you love me” “No you can’t Jack…you can’t” “Why” “Because I hate you, I don’t like you one bit, how do you expect hate to become love” She grimace. He gulps down his saliva, he wasn’t expecting the hate word from her, and it hurt like hell to hear such word from someone you love.

Sports was simply not her cup of tea. “Well, yes. If you don’t mind that is,” she replied a bit taken aback. Damn! Why was her plans always backfiring on her when she least expected it? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to be perplexed instead? “Mind? No. Of course not. I love you, remember?” he said impertinently and like always he had his way around her. Rhea was hoping he would forget to mention that sentence but it would seem that it was all he had in mind. Well, she would make sure he ended up hating her eventually when she was done with him.

Love so fierce it feels like a weapon. I lean against the hood and close my eyes. Ava’s voice fills my head. Her laugh. The way she says my name when she’s half-asleep. The way she looks at me like I’m home. “I’m coming,” I whisper into the night. “No matter what it costs.” My phone vibrates again. I didn't check it this time. I already know my answer. If they want a war, I’ll give them one. And I’ll make sure the world is watching when it burns.

I would not break. Not tonight. Not ever. Even if it killed me.

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

“Raven.” “Ray. I used to like him. I hate him now. I hate him for all this torture that I’m going through. I hate him with all my heart. I will get a divorce. I won’t cry anymore. I won’t be depressed as long as there is a way out, if this marriage isn’t stopped.” “Let’s just eat. Tomorrow is when this marriage is being announced. I mostly fear what people are going to think of you since you’re his assistant.”

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."