The Universe Hates Me Novelas e Histórias

This time, her words were loud and clear. Secrets I wished I never heard. I wondered just how much the universe hated me that day. Was it not bad enough, all that has already happened? My enemies must had thought in their head I said; "is this the best you can do?" And they gave me a reply. They said, no. This is only just the beginning. Welcome to a new world of misery, Elmer Bernstein. We hope you die soon. -•-•-•-•-

“No.” Tears streamed down Jamie’s face. “Lucas—he doesn’t know—” Enzo’s smile widened just a fraction. “And he won’t. Because you won’t tell him.” Jamie whispered, barely audible, “ You’re monsters.” Enzo leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur meant only for Jamie. “Now you know,” he said. Jamie looked at him, hollowed out. “ You can scream,” Enzo continued. “ You can hate us. You can dream about California and sunshine and freedom.”

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

I couldn’t explain why I cared so much about him not wanting to pursue me anymore; at least that was what I wanted. “Amanda, this war is stronger than we had imagined. Our opponents have alliances, and they are vampires, Amanda, skilled vampires,” Matthew revealed, and my eyes widened. “Is this why he is doubting his return?” I asked, and Matthew nodded. “Yes, Amanda, this is why he has set you free and wants your forgiveness.” “No!” I shook my head, not wanting to accept it. “He is not going to die. He cannot die,” I blurted out in pain before darting out of the living room.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

"So, you thought life's not worth living because of some petty mortal who didn't treat you right?" "What?" "You've got the entire universe for you. The stars shine equally bright for everyone. Everything majestic has been given to all of us. It's priceless in both the senses. Yet here you are, enjoying all that magnificent beauty and cribbing about a mortal." He turned towards Jericho and looked into his eyes, he suddenly found himself in the middle of the universe, where he could see all galaxies, all the stars. He passed through various galaxies and various dimensions, various alternative lives, various different universes,a complete parallel world within a few seconds. And suddenly he was

He took a step toward her, the air between them charged like a live wire. "You don't belong in my world," he said hoarsely. "I told myself that from the moment you walked into this house." "And yet," she whispered, "here we are." His hands reached for her before he could stop himself. Rough palms cupped her face—his touch both desperate and reverent. His gaze searched hers—looking for something, anything to tether him back to the control he was losing. But it was already too late. "I hate this," he breathed against her lips.

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

About the Sunday morning window and because I wanted to and the kitchen table and six words and the ring and the October hillside and the hospital chair and the eleven hours and the forty three second video at two in the morning and all of it. Every step. Every difficult mile. Every moment that had cost something real. I looked at the small frowning person in my arms. At the most important sound I had ever heard arriving in a room and announcing itself without a word. And I thought that I would walk that road again. Every single painful step of it. The bankruptcy. The wall. The two years of careful distance. The Vivienne and the fraud and the civil suit and Sloane and all of it. Every piece

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.