Quotes I Hate U Novels & Stories

Ace kissed me on the cheek. “What I hate very much is a man who makes my feelings go haywire.” I mumbled to myself. This made me hate Ace even more. My body responded to him and I hated it. Like hell I’m going to step into that office again and let him be the boss of me. Never.

“Yeah, I know all about that Willow. I heard it. I hear it every night. You two fucking. And you love it.” “I’m sorry-” “No you’re fucking not! You’re happy, Willow! You are happy without me and I am fucked up without you. I fucking wish I hated you like before! I wish everytime I looked at you I felt disdain, but I feel love and hurt and-fuck! Fuck you Willow! Fuck you for loving me the way you did and then ripping out my fucking heart! Fuck you for moving on like I didn’t matter! Fuck you for…for…why won’t you love me?”

Ethan covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking further. "You caused this, you're too stubborn, woman." "I hate you, Ethan. I regret ever falling for you. I hate the fact that I love you so much I can't hate you." Thea gritted angrily. Ethan held her more tightly to the wall. "What did you just say?." "You heard you," Thea retorted sharply.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you acting this way?" What is this girl thinking? "Aren't you heartless to him? Sha, why is your heart numb for Kian?" Why am I angry with that man? Well, I despise rich people; I'm just angry! "Don't find out, Jannah; you might cry if you do. How did our quiz turn out? It's his fault I didn't get in because of that arrogant man. Nah, let's just go to the canteen. I'm starving."

he replied, his tone carrying a hint of frustration. "In your dreams! I refuse to be called your mate. I want nothing to do with you, so let's get this over with," I spat, my voice filled with hate. As I spoke those words, anger flushed across his face, but I remained unfazed. "I, Selena Gomez Rain, reject you, Alpha Duncan Durham Mendes, as my mate!" I declared firmly, emphasizing my rejection.

I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

“I will rot and die knowing I took everything from you the same way you took everything from me.” “Louise please—” “I hate you.” She snaps and the words stab me instantly. “I’ve always hated you, Daisy. Even when we were kids and you tried to be kind to me, I always hated you back then and I still hate you so much. I hate you whenever you offer to share your things with me because why the fuck do I have to accept your offer and not the other way round? I hated you back in the past and I still hate you now and I will always hate you forever because no matter how hard I try, I can never be you. I can never be good enough.”

I hate him for making me feel this way! I hate how helpless I feel and I'll kill him!! I kill him with my hands and damn the mate bond!! I hate you, archer! I hate hate you so much!!!!

The joke is on me big time. I want to hate him. I really want to but now I realize I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't. How can I when the mere mention of his name makes me wet and helpless with the need for him!? When the thought of him makes me weak with warmth, and tenderness, and... Love. I just love the bastard. I'm incapable of hating him. 'I love you, Thor Reginald Quinn!' I shout in my mind. 'Since hating you is not working then I give up trying to hate you, you bastard! Satisfied!?'

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”