Novel & Cerita Need You To Hate Me Book

She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

We will sleep here together, I concluded, standing up then I went to the shelf where her books were, ignoring the solemn look on her face. “I knew you love books but I didn't know you really loved them,” I muttered, picking a book from the shelf. It was a fantasy romance book. “Why do you constantly and intentionally hate me?” Mia uttered, making me lift my head from the book. Tears already at the brim of her eyes. Those tears. “I don't hate you Mia,” my voice came out in a tired whisper. “I’m just the same to everybody so don't think you're any different.”

“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”

Sienna walked away from him — her spine rigid, her breath uneven — but Grayson didn’t move. He just stood there, rooted in place, battling the riot inside his chest. "That’s all this is." Those were the words he’d forced out… the words he thought would build the wall back between them. But why did it feel like he'd just pushed away the only thing that made this cold, hollow house feel alive? Downstairs... Sienna stormed into the kitchen, wiping angrily at her eyes. She hated herself for caring. Hated herself for allowing even a fragment of her heart to get tangled up in Grayson Pierce — the untouchable billionaire with ice in his veins and walls around his heart taller than the empire he own

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.

After that I always hated you. Catherine gasped. ‘Sandra...' ‘I dreaded the day you'll come follow us, I dreaded the day you arrived here and ruined the little world I made where there was only Danial and I... I hated you more.' Sandra stared back into her eyes. ‘At first I kept on wondering what would happen if I... if I ever confessed to Danial but every time I was about to, he was talking about you. I see, feel and know that he will never love me back like the way I love him... he loves you so much...'

Hello, my lovely readers, Thank you for giving this story a chance, and even more, for patiently waiting for the updates as I am not regular with my updates. No matter how many times I apologize for it, I know it’s not enough. "Hate You as Much as I Love You" wasn’t my first idea when I decided to write a story. It was actually a werewolf romance that I first began to write as a writer. Then I decided to enter a contest and put it on hold. I chose the second chance theme for my very first novel. The plot came to me almost instantly. At first, I had planned for the book to be around 80 chapters, but as you can see, it eventually grew into 106 chapters.

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

He is mine. I press my lips together hard. I don’t need his love. I don’t even want it. Right? Or atleast that's what I was trying to convince myself. My stomach clenches. I slam the book shut harder than I mean to, the sound cracking through the room. I quickly bring my knees to my chest on the chair and rest my chin on them, staring at the wall. The truth is I hate that Nelima thinks she knows him better than I ever will. I hate that she’s probably right.

even more by me. I will always love him, but him being there makes getting my book back seem impossible and I need that book back. I don’t blame him for being disgusted with me and not wanting anything to do with me. I blame myself. Why would anyone want someone as broken as I am, as out of control I am becoming, as cold heated as I seem now? The truth is I love him so much and Zo how could I keep putting them through any of this. I’m sure they hate me now. I bet he waited for me to leave to come back to the treehouse. He should have told me he wanted me gone and nothing to do with me. I would have left sooner if I had known. Now when I cry there are no sad tears just tears of pure anger. I