The Way I Hate You Novels & Stories

He too stared at the wallet. I immediately closed the violet and put it in my purse and quietly looked outside the door. "You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body.

— I hated you, I say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I hated you, Mom, I hated you, I hated you so strongly, for so long, so deeply, that I forgot who I was, where I came from, where I was going, what I wanted, what I hoped for, what I believed, what I loved, I hated you for having abandoned me, left me, forgotten me, I hated you for not coming back, for not having looked for me, for not having found me, for not having loved me, I hated you for leaving me with Sabrina, w

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

Three words, raw and jagged, echoing loudly. I hate you.

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

"So as me. I hate you for making me so crazy over you. I hate you for making my heart keep choosing you though you hurt me so much times. I hate you so much." "I hate you too. I hate you for changing the way I treat others. I hate you how you turn my coldness into warmth. I hate you for being you. I hate you too so much. But Heaven knows how much I love you." Now, let me create my own path. And my own plot.

she hug Asher and take him out of the room I felt tears gather F**k taking care of him F**k my step mom F**k that Nanny I slump on the ground and sob I hate him I. HATE. ASHER. WILLIAMS!

I hear her say turning back to my direction " you heard me. I said you are fucking pathetic, imagine you throwing yourself at a man who does not even want to you. The earlier you understand he loves me and me alone then the better for you. Come to think of it you had your chance, but all you did was blow it right? So you do not get to blame another person for your own misfortune. " shut the fuck up you bitch" I hear her say while coming at me angrily before we suddenly heard the sound of gunshots coming from outside whichadd her suddenly stop

Lilith’s Pov Everybody clapped as Killian kissed me. I couldn’t even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting anyone to see me break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going to show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.