Quotes I Hate U นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Like I forget why I hate him in the first place.” Silence settled between us, thick and uncomfortable. “I hate the way he makes me feel,” I muttered. Quinton glanced at me. “Why? ’Cause he a dude?” “Yes,” I said immediately. “Because he’s a dude.” He studied me for a moment, expression unreadable. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with liking a boy, you know.”

His lips quivered as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I...h-hate you." "I...hate you." "I hate you." "Yes, I hate you."

I hate him so much. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 🌝🌝🌝. How?

"I'm not done with you, ungrateful piece of shit." "Well guess what? I fuckin' am!" She kicked him where the sun didn't shine and successfully evaded, his cry of agony a melody to her retreating ears.

I toss my phone aside, trying to hide my embarrassment. I said, "You still haven't replied," glancing at her. She frowned, her eyes narrowing. "I already did! I kissed you because I can't stand that slut," she shot back. Wow, that was pretty direct. I know she doesn't like Lilly, but calling her a slut right to my face? That's a bit much.

Pain, hurt…guilt. I didn’t try to decipher him anymore. My voice trembled, but no tears fell this time. “I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. I hate you so much, Alpha Damon and I hope you rot in the deepest and hottest part of hell!”

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

“Call him. Tell him to bring the rest. Or I’ll kill you right now.” He shoved the phone into my bound hands. I almost laughed. Like Kaelen would answer now. But he did. His voice was cold, clipped. Detached. I hesitated. “Hey. It’s me. They’re asking when you’ll be back with the other billion.” Silence. Then the line went dead. I handed the phone back. “He hung up.” The man’s grin returned, even sharper. “He really hates you, huh?”

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?