Naruto Hates His Family Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

He then pulled Hana's hair roughly so that the woman's head was forcibly tilted towards him. “Let go of me! You are a cruel and evil man. All this time you just misunderstood your status. Mr. Lee and Haekyo oppa never did anything bad to you, they were kind. You're just misinterpreting their form of affection. Aww!” Kyunghee pulled Hana's hair harder when the woman started chanting the name of his cursed former family. For the past two days he had tried to forget his heartache for his brother, but Hana presumptuously brought up their names again while praising the rotten man and his father. Until then he will never change his assessment of the Lee family, because they will still be a bad fam

He feels more at home with murderers than his own family. “I thought you said you have a great relationship with your mother,” I recall. “I do, but the rest of my family I fucking hate. I wouldn’t even call them family. I didn’t grow up with them, they just think because we share DNA I owe them shit,” he spits through gritted teeth. “That offer to kill your father still stands,” I smirk.

Mom scoffs angrily. My family are actually not excluded from my haters. Am from the Forbes family. A well known or will I say was highly respected and high ranked family within the pack. We're all betas except you know who's an Omega. My family earned great respect and popularity at the prophecy over my birth. I was once loved, cherished and adorned by them all but negative events turn outs ruined everything. My failed expectation pulled the family into the mud which negatively inccured their undying hatred.

“Since the blood of both the Willow family and the Jade family flow within me, then I have no relation to the Summers family. If that’s the case, why don’t we kill the entire Summers family cleanly? “Gladys should die, Draco should die, even that Tyr should die. They should die, Mother, let’s kill them all, alright? Let’s make it so that the Summers family will never have descendants, hahaha!” He was indeed a madman, undoubtedly a madman. Even if Kirin was not related to them, they had taken care of him for over twenty years. No one could have expected him to be so decisive as to turn his back on them.

No matter which big family it was, once a member of the family had his ears cut off, the family would definitely fight against the other party at all costs. He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “If it was really those ninjas who did it, they definitely would not have such courage…After all, the strength of the Fox family is there. Even if the United States and Japan are separated by a great distance, as soon as the Fox family decides to hunt a person down, the entire Iga family will not be able to go against the Fox family at all.”

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

“Haru, my family isn’t as heartless as you seem to think. If Jiro loves you and Hibiki, we would never—” “How can I be sure of that?” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “You’re part of one of the most powerful families in the country. People like me—people like Hibiki—we’re nothing to you. I’ve spent years protecting him from people who might try to use him or hurt him. I couldn’t risk telling anyone, not even Jiro at first.”

” “Mother, don’t stress your heart too much. I know his medicine, those kids will be here before you blink your eyes” Nora just sat down with a silent expression. She had felt that there was something amiss with this family. Although she couldn’t figure it out but one day she will just have to try and dig out their secret. There was no possibility that a parent can hate his own blood this much.

Respect is a distant horizon, but maybe I’m inching toward it. Ronan watches too. Always. Sometimes from the shadows, arms crossed, expression carved in stone. Sometimes so close I can feel his heat at my back, correcting my stance with a hand on my shoulder, his touch scorching through me. He doesn’t praise. He doesn’t smile. But his gaze… it’s a weight I can’t shake. It both anchors me and burns me alive. ~~ The first crack in their hatred comes the night the hunters return. I hear the screams before I see them... shrieks that are high and sharp, the kind only young throats can make.

His hair a raven’s wing that the stars themselves could shine in like the pitch black of his eyes. It’s uncanny how twin-like he and Genin really are. And I’m sure that the laugh that falls from my lips remembering how offended he was that people called him that is only to stop from crying. To claim that the Yumas aren’t my family. That Hiro isn’t my brother, my person…