Quotes On Haters Gonna Hate Novels & Stories

The laughter came and came until my sides were aching and tears of joy streamed down my face. "Thank you," I said in-between laughter. "I appreciate it." "Haters," The older woman shook her head. "They see a woman doing well and they want to drag her down. So disgusting." I burst out laughing. What will they say if I told them I knew the hater who was spreading all this shit about me? *****

“... If you know what's good for you, you better stop hanging around us.” “Look. The only thing I hate, well I mean other than you are people who hate on themselves for nothing, which you are doing right now so that makes me hate you even more. Basically, that's a lot of hating but in the end, you get what I mean.” "It's horrible,” he said, staring into the cup. “Yeah I know, I don't like people ridiculing themselves and...” “No I mean your tea, it’s horrible.”

“Let go of me! You aren’t? You bastard! Son of a bitch! Stop manhandling me! I swear I will kill you if you let go of this instant! You fucking asshole! Do you want to die that badly!? Oh my god! I hate you badly! Let me see how make me accept you after doing this! You shithead! Go die at a ditch! I would be happier at that, heck! Everyone would be happy. No one needs you to be alive, you beast! Monster! Crazy bastard! You’re sick in the head! No one likes you! You must think you are all that with your power! But you’re nothing! Goddamn it! Just stop being such a stalker! Just die if you can’t live without me!”

“Don’t go yapping as if you don’t know that Nirvana is behind this matter!” “Don’t start going about this as if she is the only person in the entire world that hates you! There are more than enough people who would be more than glad to see you fail, you are just the obnoxious queen who wouldn’t look down to see it. Nirvana already publicly declared it at a party in front of the entire world that you aren’t even worth her attention! What makes you think that you are important enough to make her go back on her words?”

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

“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.”

I sobbed, recalling the expression on everyone’s faces. “No one hates you. They’re just disappointed with you, and you will have to earn everyone’s trust.”, he said, wiping my tears again. “Why…why are you … acting … so sweet with… me? Don’t you … hate me already?” “Martin Luther King Jr. once said, ‘Returning hate for hate multiples hate, adding deeper darkness devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, and only love can do that.’ The night when I chose you as my chosen mate, I swear to Moon Goddess that I would bring you the right place by hook or by crook. Because if you were stubborn, then I was stubborn too.”

Re-reading the same message over and over again, it feels like my head is trapped in a daze *You moved out of the hotel… well, I'll still come find you* *Literally I'll kill you when I see you, I hate your guts, you ugly fat ass. And for your information, yellow looks horrible on you. Burn that yellow lily dress. As a sl-t everything you wear disgusts me* I feel my throat closing in and when I try to breathe it gets worse. It's just a comment, it's just a fucking comments from my haters.