They Hated Him For He Told The Truth Novels & Stories

I hate how he has profoundly imprinted himself, but I hate myself for letting him. I'm not too fond of the fact that I've tried to hate him, but I can't. The truth is? I love him.

They were stuck in the emotional knot I had left there when I hurt him. "Go ahead, Bright. Tell me you hate me. Please," I begged, my heart pounding brutally in my chest." Let it out. Say whatever you need to say. I won’t get mad. I know I deserve it. "I can’t," he refused, sighing and lowering his gaze. Tears escaped from my own eyes as well. "Why not? Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth." "That’s exactly the problem," he murmured. "What problem?" "I can’t tell you I hate you... because I don’t. On the contrary, Sophia. I love you. I love you more than my own life."

"Well, all of that doesn't matter anymore. If you must know something, I don't bear grudges. I act instantly. It doesn't make me loveable among pretenders but I don't mind one bit. It's one of those things, I'm already used to it." I smiled pretending as if I wasn't also a hypocrite like he said. "What do you hate about people?" "I hate lies. Do every other thing except lie to me. Like that rat who tried to sneak in and claim that he lost his way. I killed him off and now he would know how to mess with me even if he's doing that to others. I was a bit scared by the way his eyes bored into mine but I kept cool. "Eat up. I'm glad your appetite has returned." He said.

I paused, then heaved a deep sigh. “I couldn't tell them the truth, Adams. I was terrified that they would despise me the same way I despised my father. I wanted to tell them the fucking truth but I couldn't. I hate that I didn't have the balls to do it!” I said through gritted teeth, balling my hands till my knuckles burned.

i snapped at him. He winced, but he didn’t back down. “You were never supposed to find out like this. I thought I could shield you… from them, from everything.”he said and those word alone were enough to make me very angry, how could he say that. “You wanted to hide the truth from me, when yo knee very well, i would had found out eventually”i snapped at him I shook my head, my voice sharp. “You’re lying to yourself if you believe that. The truth always comes out. And now… now I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”

To turn you against me. Congratulations, it worked, but why? He rubs his hand through his unkempt hair while saying, "I told you, it's complicated. "I won't forgive you if you don't tell me," you said. He sighs and shrugs, followed by a tightening of his eyes. Not okay, no. What can I do, nerd, to stop your hatred for me? "Be truthful and open with me." It's not that. "Why?" "Because it's a mess and you don't need to know about that garbage," she replied.

“No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something sharp, something almost cruel. “Would you?” I clenched my fists. I hated him. I hated him for marking me, for making my wolf betray me. I hated him for throwing this revelation at me like it meant nothing. I hated him for always knowing how to unravel me. But most of all, I hated that deep down, something in me believed him. I shook my head, forcing my voice to steady. “You should have told me.” King’s gaze darkened. “Why?”

“I know I can't undo it.” “If you know the truth already then why are you acting like this?” I asked. He looked up at me as though he was fighting himself. “Because I hate who I was when I did that. I can't look at you without remembering what I did to you that caused you so much shame. Because every time I get to see you I feel like I am the worst man alive.” he finally said. “You hated me.” I whispered. “I thought I did.” “And now?” “Now I just hate myself.”

“That’s what I care about, doll.” It stung. It hurt more than I wanted to admit. But I refused to believe him. I twisted free again. The clouds shifted then, and pale moonlight spilled over us, illuminating his face, those blazing eyes, that hard, unyielding expression. “Sometimes I hate you,” I said bitterly. “Yeah,” he shot back. “Out of bed.” “Why did I even bother telling you about that poor people?” “I can’t figure that out either.” “Are you going to do something about it?”

Adnan was watching her quietly, and even then she could see the skepticism in his eyes. "I'm not telling you this so you'll feel sorry for me," she said. "You asked for the truth, and that's what I'm telling you. Nothing more, nothing less." Adnan leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands on the table. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't," she said, restraining the tears. She wasn't about to cry in front of him. "If he truly did that to you," he asked, "then why the animosity towards us? Why the hatred?"