Romans & histoires My Love My Hatred By Jasmine

she spat venomously. "Why do you harbor such hatred for me, Jasmine? I have never wronged you merely by existing. How can you detest me for the simple fact that I have done nothing to harm you?" I pleaded, seeking understanding amidst the chaos. "How can you dismiss it as nothing? Ever since you entered our lives, you have been nothing short of an agonizing thorn in my side. You possess powers while I am left empty-handed," Jasmine retorted. "Though I possess these powers, I have never employed them against you. Why can't you let me be?" I implored, hoping for a glimmer of empathy.

I kissed her slightly on the lips, then I walked out of the room quietly. I head to my new room, which is with Jasmine, and as I head there, my irritation grows. I definitely don’t love her; she was just a tool I used to make Lillian jealous, and I regret doing that so badly. I shouldn’t have done that to someone I claim to love, and Jasmine is literally not royalty. She lacks etiquette, and her love of material things is irritating. I want this, I want that. Lillian might not know this, but in the span of three years, Jasmine had gotten five maids killed because of her anger. She is a terrible mother to Darius, and I am stuck with her because now she is pregnant and her whining has become s

Justine had broken down in tears now, sobbing so hard her shoulders shook, “It’s true. Everything you ever thought was true, Jasmine. She is.” Hearing that, Jasmine laughed again, and then sobbed in the same breath, her face twisting with disbelief, as she clawed at her chest while gasping as if her ribcage was too tight for her breaking heart, her voice dropping to a hoarse whisper, “No..No…Justine. It… this can’t…” “She is yours,” she whispered through her sobs, “Your blood… your child. She always was.” Jasmine’s laughter turned into raw sobbing, her tears soaking the hospital gown as her body convulsed with grief, every nerve screaming, as if the weight of twenty-six years of mourning and

Her mother died just because of this bastard she call a father! Mr Williams understand the hatred the girl have for him but he never come to blame her for any of her actions. He deserves everything she was pouring on him. The insults, the rejection, the fight, and the abandonment. Yet, his love was undying for her. His fatherly love was still there. That feeling a father always have for his daughter was still growing in his heart every single moment. He wanted the little girl back in his hands. He wants to cuddle her, hug her and kiss her! But Jasmine's mind was made up. She rather be a beggar than to go back into the Williams mansion! Her heart was heated only by hatred for her father and n

"I'm not that short." Truthfully, she wasn't. But Liam was taller than her so that automatically made her short. Her height was perfect. With dark brown hair, dark eyes and the most gorgeous skin tone you could ever imagine, Jasmine was beautiful. But Liam was not going to admit that. At least, not in such situations. "You know what," Jasmine sat. "I hate you." "Mhm mhm," Liam finally dropped the bowl of popcorn. "So what are we watching?" "I don't know," Jas huffed. "Shall we rewatch home alone?"

Yasmin suddenly laughed. She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. "Hateful? Let me tell you, I don't regret a thing. If I could do it all over again, I would make the same choices. I love Joseph. I would do anything for him. I would still lie to you, use you, and even ruin you." She slammed her hand against the glass, eyes blazing with madness. "Do you even know what love is, Jayden? You're a cold-blooded, heartless monster. You wouldn't understand it at all."

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

The night seemed to have fallen fast for the day and the atmosphere was calm unlike other days, or perhaps because it rained. Jessica waved me a goodbye from my balcony. She had helped me packaged my luggage and prepare me for the night, not forgetting to add my favorite meal since it would take a month to return, that's if ever coming back here. I saw Isabelle wiping her tears, which was pretence. She was always crying on any occasion, and Jimmy termed her"queen of tears". I had no clue of what this job entails, since these women claimed it was in line with being a detective. Granny walked up to, since her apartment was the first floor. She held my hand and smiled.

I'm sorry, I thought, which was useless and accurate in equal measure. She would hate me for it. Probably for a long time. Good, I told myself. Hatred is safer than love right now. Hatred keeps you moving. But the jasmine was still in the room, and she was still curled on a sofa in Paris, forty minutes and counting, very still, holding herself together. And I sat in the dark and watched the monitor and did the only thing left available to me. I waited.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.