They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That’s none of my business. Maybe next time, you’ll control your bad mouthing. Come on, get to it!” Everyone grumbles, but eventually most people start the punishment. Except one. He’s the one that first started the jokes, his hair is in a mohawk, his chest puffed out in defiance. “I’m not getting punished for saying the truth. That old hag you call “Father” should’ve died. The Alpha should’ve killed him. Then your people would be slaves to us for as long as you may miserably live, as it should be.” His level of hatred makes me stagger backwards.

And I’d rather be hated for being real than loved for a lie. Let them whisper. Let John hate me. Let the pack pretend I’m the villain. At least I’ll never be her.

" He said, clenching his fist. "What did she say?" I asked with curiousity. He chuckled, "She...she..." He trailed off, face palming himself. "Do you know that I hated you at some point?" He asked. "I hated you believing you were blackmailing her. She came to me, told me she didn't want you, she didn't like you and whenever you touched her she thought of me instead. Stupid lie but what did I do in the end? I forgave her and I planned on ruining you." He lamented.

It automatically left my mouth, "He'd have never brought me here, or even looked back at me if he had even the slightest bit of disgust stored for me because of who I am." "That's your misconcep—" "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 way 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.

Just fucking how? “But I can promise you, it still doesn't change the fact that I'm completely irritated by your presence at the moment. Something has blinded me such that I can't stand the sight of you” He spat calmly, as though he didn't just indicate that he hated that he still loved me. My eyes bulged in realization, he didn't hate me for betraying and hurting him, he hated himself for not being able to hate me or hurt me in return despite it. He hated himself for loving me, just as I hated myself for hurting him.

He shook his head and looked straight ahead " you don't know the real truth " " then tell me " I said looking down at his leaned head . Jacob pushed off my shoulder then looked me right in the eye " I hated her " he confessed his voice harsh and cold " I hated her the moment Dante brought her back , I knew what happened to our family wasn't her fault but I still turned all my anger and hatred upon her when she was just a baby . I ignored her for a better part of her life and never actually made an effort to see what was happening to her "

“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?”

He felt ashamed of what he had done and couldn’t bring himself to tell Hannah the truth as he feared she might hate him for life. TBC

I hate him so much. With anger in my heart, I ripped out the sheets and threw out everything one after the other. All these while, he had only told me that he loved me because he wanted to have sex with me. He never cared about my feelings and neither did he care about me. He lied over and over again even after telling me that he loved me. How could he be so cruel and wicked. I hate him. I hate him so much.

"The truth? The truth won’t set you free, Alicia. It will only bind you tighter to this hell." Alicia began to cry profusely, her sobs shaking her whole body. Lucas watched her, a sadistic smile stretching across his face. He laughed, the sound echoing coldly in the room. Abruptly, he stopped laughing. "Well, you're right. I made him hate you. His hatred for you increased every single day with the not-totally lies I filled him with."