They Hated Him For He Told The Truth Novels & Stories

"Yes." "I hate you." He flinched. "I know." "I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for making me trust you. I hate you for making me believe that we had something real." "We do." "We had a lie." He shook his head. "The love is real. The change is real. The lie was the foundation, but the house—" He stepped closer. "The house is real." She wanted to hit him again. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tear his clothes off and scratch his skin and make him feel the way she felt.

“Why?” I looked at him, really looked at him, and realized what I hated most was that I’d lied to myself. Ulric frowned. “Kaidon?” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out at first. Then finally, I said, “You just... can’t.” His eyes narrowed. “Because you’re in love with her?” And that was where the truth hit me hardest. I didn’t answer; I couldn’t. But my silence said everything.

He hated himself for how he’d treated her. “Damn it,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “Why did she even come? Why me… every damn time?” A bitter smile tugged at his lips. How could he have possibly told her the truth, that he wasn’t sick, that he was drowning in guilt over killing his grandfather, that his father was a liar, and that his mother had sacrificed everything to keep him out of prison? “Thank you, universe,” he whispered brokenly. “You really made my life a screw-up.”

Because no matter how many times I said it, I knew the truth. He was already under my skin. And I freaking hated him for it.

"I know, Luka. And I let you believe it because I couldn’t bear to tell you the truth." I clenched my jaw, the weight of my past assumptions pressing down on me. "Why didn't you ever tell me? Why let me hate you for something that wasn’t even your fault?" "Because I knew how much you loved her," he admitted. "And I couldn’t take that away from you. I thought… maybe it was better if I was the villain in your eyes. Better that you hate me than hate the memory of your mother." Tears burned at the edges of my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I had spent my entire life harboring resentment for the wrong person. And now, faced with the truth, I didn't know how to process it.

Hatred for the world, for my mother, for him. But now, that hatred turned toward someone new. Someone I'd thought untouchable. The one person I thought had a clean slate. My father. I hated him. I hated him so much. And maybe I hated Cassian too, for telling me the truth, for making me feel this kind of pain. I hated my mother for lying. I hated all of them. A/N Poor baby.

“What no one told me was that you were that man who rescued me. And that you put that bullet in his head. I wanted to be angry at you for not telling me the truth when you could have. But I couldn’t bring myself to hate you. I mean, what was I even supposed to say? That I hate you because you killed my father? I hated that man, more than anything in this world. I saw my mom die every day seeing him cheat on her like that. I don’t even think she died of sickness. I think she died because she couldn’t take it anymore.”

"That's your —" "He definitely pours all his hatred for me, he makes me go through hell each and every day, he hurts me, bruises me.....but he is not disgusted with me. He is not ashamed to have a mate like me, it's his hatred for the bond that makes him act this wav to me." I found myself saying, "You are saying what you'd like to hear and I am saying what is truth" "You can't make every lie a truth.” She spat. "You can't mess with my beliefs no matter what you say."

"Because I've wanted to for years. I couldn't stop myself when you were right there in front of me." "I don't understand. We hate each other. You hate me." "No ,you hate me."I corrected."I never hated you." "Yeah, right." "I'm being serious," I repeated gently. "I didn't hate you. In fact, I liked you so much that I didn't know what to do with it. And instead of being honest... I was a coward." His lips parted slightly, breath catching. "You expect me to just believe that?"

Another ugly truth “I still…” I can’t even say it. I bowed my head and tears were falling freely now. “I’m so tired, Jeremy…” So fucking tired. “Tired of fighting myself.” “Tired of pretending.” “Tired of loving someone I’m not allowed to love.” My shoulders started to shake. “I hate him.” The words come out weak. “I hate him so much.” Then a pause . “I love him.” The fact that that sounded much better destroyed me completely, because it’s the truth I’ve been running from.