The Ten Things I Hate About You Poem Novels & Stories

Never Again 🌷 “Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?” ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

A measure of everything that is bad for me. I'm pretty sure I'm not his type either. He hates my red hair so much, he tried to cut it off. He hates my guts. He hates that I do not swoon like the rest when he shows up. He hates that I don't drool after him, begging him to take me. I'm sure the list of things hated goes on and on, longer than that. We aren't anything to each other. Never will be. Goddess forbid that anything comes of the both of us.

I reel in my impatience. “Ten.”

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 cry .. I hate it when you make me laugh even when you're crying .. I hate it when you're not around... And the fact that you didn't irritate me... I hate it when you didn't miss me.. Am I hating you or am I falling for you?? ♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you...

Sobs wrack my body as I pull my hair in anguish. I hate Enrique. I hate candy man. I hate everyone but I hate myself the most. - The moon split half and the stars crumbled, falling like fireworks in the sea. I watched my world fall apart the day you left-

Ariadne felt a sharp pain in her stomach and her face paled. Xander too, was taken aback for a moment. However, he quickly collected himself as Jennifer held Ariadne and helped her sit. "Now you can leave and never try to interfere in my life again." He wasn't bother about the blood dripping from Ariadne's head. He turned and walked towards the room. Ariadne was enraged. "Xander Blake," Xander paused in his track before turning around. "I hate you, Xander. And I hate myself for ever loving you." Ariadne's face was covered in blood and tears.

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

"You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman? "It's only been a few months, and you already love him this much? What am I then? What about our ten years together?" I gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Ten years didn't stop you from changing the moment Elena appeared. So what right do you have to question me?" I closed my eyes, my face twisting as if in pain. After a long pause, I spoke again. "Come with me to see Vito one last time. After that, I'll give him up completely."

News sites, social pages, accounts she'd never heard of, a text from Chloe that was entirely in capital letters and appeared to contain no actual words, just a sequence of exclamation marks and what looked like seven consecutive heart emojis. She sat up. The photograph had two million likes. She stared at that number for long enough that it stopped looking like a number and started looking like a shape she didn't recognize. Two million. People she would never meet, in places she would never go, had stopped their scrolling and pressed a small heart beneath a photograph of her and Julian on a marble staircase. She clicked into the comments without meaning to. *This is what true love looks like