Naruto Hates His Parents Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I know he hates me and I dislike him. My life went downhill the moment I lost my mother, the person who loves me more than anything because of my monster of a father. I hate him. I hate him for what did to mom. How could he? She was his mate, and he abused her until she couldn’t take it anymore. I always thought that a fated mate’s supposed to love us but what my father did to my mother made me believe that staying away from a mate who doesn’t love us is better than having to go through all the trauma. So, I decided that I will not think about Rowan nor will I accept him as my mate, since I know he hates me and I don’t like him at all. We are enemies and only tolerate each other because of M

“No. With strategy.” He steps closer. “He bombed a safehouse full of children. He deserves worse than strategy.” My throat tightens. “You think I don’t know that? He’s my father, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life watching him destroy people. You think I want to protect him?” He studies me for a long moment. “No but you’re still trying to understand him.” I look away. “Maybe because I need to understand how someone can love you one second and destroy you the next.”

"Booker Group in Pemberton is very interested in your profile. Would you be interested in giving it a try?" Back then, I still wasn't ready to meet Edgar, so I turned it down. All these years, it felt like there was someone watching over me and quietly giving me a helping hand from behind the scenes. At first, I felt unsettled because the word "father" was simply too foreign to me. Later, I felt anger. Why was he always lurking in the background, sitting up in his company, all distant and untouchable? It was as if he'd simply erased Grandma's death from his mind, like it had never happened.

Nate She takes a deep breath, and I can see she’s struggling with herself. I wish I could help set her at ease. I shouldn’t have thrown the question at her so recklessly. As she starts speaking, there’s a hesitation—a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “My parents weren’t only absent leaders. When they were here, my father was a cruel Alpha. He wanted a son, an heir, but he got Raven and me instead. He hated us for it and hated mamma even more.

He smiled at ruffled my hair "Dad but-" "Just trust me , we're the 7 Gold Lifes Joan. You know that right?" He asked and I nodded. He kissed my forehead and walked out from the door. Suddenly my mom entered and she gave me a comforting smile "Don't worry , you know that right?" She held my hand "I'm worry about Dad and Nate mom" "Nate? Why?" "His parents were killed by Herinel and the Herinel killed him. He survived and now he's back for revenge. He's a single mom. He has no one" I said

I know I shouldn't get caught up in my feelings cause of that act but I can't help it I was born into a low class family. My parents were poor and we barely ate. My father wasn't a beta nor an Alpha or anything like that,same thing with my mom They never wanted anything to do with a royal family,my parents loathes anything relating to royalty The reason for thier hate was never revealed to me, they never told me and frankly I don't really care My parents weren't bothered about me being a wandering pup. I love wandering around the forest well.... not until I got kidnapped

I was just a normal wolf who never had a family and had always wanted one thing my parents. I obviously did find my parents but it came with lots of power and threatening people around me. instead what I had wanted was to find my parents who had always be in waiting for me and were just happy to get me. Then they would have accepted my mate and we would have lived a proper and happy life. But it had all gone downhill. They hated him and hated our mate Bond. And by the looks Dante had been giving them I knew he almost hated them even more than they would have ever thought.

Every time someone mentioned my parents, especially my dad, I wanted to bang my head on the wall. All my life I had hated my father. I could relate to Severus Snape who called himself Half-Blood Prince, taking his mom's maiden name instead of his father. Just like him, I took my mom's surname too. Did that make me the Half-Blood Jones? Patrick Murdoch was the biggest asshole I had ever met. He was abusive, just like Nat's dad was, which was why I could relate to her. Every morning, I saw new bruises on my mother's face and a hell of a lot of hairs clogging the bathtub drain. I was not a judge for someone who liked it rough, everyone had preferences. But I did not like how he had to beat her

“Literally, they were the best things in my life. When my parents abandoned me as a child because they didn't want the burden of raising a child and all they wanted was to travel around and continue doing love in Tokyo. I was a mistake child, they never planned on having a child as my mom had told me over and over again when I was a child. When she got pregnant with me, they tried severally to abort me and the more they failed, the more her resentment of me grows and the more her figure changed with pregnancy, the more she hated me because I was the one that was making her go through all that.- When they eventually gave birth to me, they couldn't abandon me immediately so the burden of raisi

I uttered, ignoring the pen and notepad. After a couple of silent minutes, Nero sighed and said, "He's not angry at you! He's just overprot…" "Overprotective of you!? Spare me that bullcrap! I can tell from his eyes that he hates, hates me!" With mad eyes, Nero threw me an icy stare and harshly said, “Can you let this go!" "Seriously!" I shouted, giving in to my anger. "Is it my father? Does he hate me because of my father!?"