She Hate Me Tubi Novels & Stories

Bringing them to the front, I see that it’s really too much. When the water is ready and the bathroom is steamy, I step under the water and feel the droplets hit me as it cools down the tension in my body. After some time, I just let go and cry. I can’t believe she would go that far, all because she hates Corbin. I heard the conversation he had with them and he asked her why she hates him. She never gave a proper answer. Her hatred runs so deep that I think she was born to hate him.

She asked with so much hurt lacing her voice and my heart shattered. "Aiden detest me, his mum practically wants me dead. Some flee from me,I'm more like an outcast " Tears trickled down her angelic face and my insides burned at her confession. "Tahira…. listen.." I swallowed but her beautiful hands cupped my cheek and fire burst through my body. "Don't hate me Seven, I really like you" She said and and sparks rushed down my blood, she bent low edging closer and my brain went into total shutdown as her lips slam into mine.

she asked, her voice filled with hurt. Madam Gabby turned to me, shaking her head. "I'm not taking sides," she said, sighing as she reached out to touch Tyla. "I just want you to stay on the right path and not let hate consume you." But Tyla took a few steps back, shaking her head. "I hate you! I hate her! I hate everyone!" she cried out before running out of the room. "Tyla..." Madam Gabby called after her, following her out.

I mutter, squatting down in front of her. She flashes her baby blue eyes at me. “I hate him.” I wasn’t convinced she did. Why else would she be muttering his name in her sleep? “A lot of people hate him right now.” “I’m going to kill him.” She mutters it calmly and quietly. Her baby blues locked onto my eyes. “I’m going to kill him and I will be the last thing he sees!” “If that’s what you want.” She grabs my hand. Intently staring at me. “It is.”

She stumbled on her feet but before she could fall, Abhay caught her, shooting Anshul an unpleasant look, guilt passed in his eyes before they went blank again. Tears started falling from her eyes one by one, as she now failed to hold in her sobs. Her hatred for Anishta further increased. She hates her. "See, she's a witch, she made you hate me" she spatted with so much hatted, making him groan at her. How can could think that he hates her, he can't imagine this even in his dreams. Her tears hurt him like hell.

Why does she hate me for it? Why does Baevera hate me so much?

Now, she saw what it really was, it was fear disguised as power. “What’s your endgame, Alexander?” she asked suddenly. He turned, brow furrowed. “You talk about saving me, protecting me,” she said. “But after that? What happens when this is over? Do you put me back in the cage?” His voice was low. “You think I don’t hate myself for that?” “Then why do it?” she asked. “Because I couldn’t lose you again.” His tone cracked on the last word. She looked away. “You never had me in the first place.”

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

"The slap is the least of the punishment you deserve. You knew about Mango s situation and you knew about her relationship with Abyss! Why did you do that to her? "Why did I do it? I did it because I hate her! Why does she get to have all of mom s love and attention when I don t? Why the man I like is her husband? What did I even do, anyway? Abyss loves her and he d never kill her! The most he ll do is rape her, and even then, so what? It s not like she s some precious virgin! How would I know that Abyss would end up killing her?

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.