They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

He was believing she would leave him alone in the end but still was doing everything which would continue to tie her with him for the rest of their lives? “Yes, I am not capable of watching you in pain and I have no intention of hiding that thing anymore from you or anyone else,” he uttered, honestly because he was fed up, forcing himself to believe that he hated her but the truth was the total opposite of it and they both knew about it.

"I shouldn't have gone out. Not when I knew that someone could have recognized me. I know you hate me but-" "I don't hate you," he shook his head, a wisp of his hair falling onto his face. He pushed it back almost immediately. "Hate is strong feeling. I've ever only hated one person in my entire life." His eyes were steady, and for the first time, open and truthful. I knew who he was talking about, of course. He was talking about my father. Although, it was a small relief that he didn't hate me. I didn't want anyone hating me.

I wish I could clearly see his face, wish I could stop the way my lips trembled and tears started to spill anew. “Don’t you hate me?” I whispered. “For what I did…the lies I told.” “I was hurt,” he said. “Very hurt knowing that you couldn’t even trust me to share the truth. I felt hurt knowing that you may have not considered me an option, even as a best friend after all. But hate…that’s taking it too far. And I could never hate you, Luna.” “Why?” I asked, the words all garbled.

“That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I’ve got,” he said. “You can hate me for the timing, for how messy it is, but not for being honest.” My heart jumped at that. “I don’t hate you,” I said quietly. “Good,” he said, taking a step closer. “Because I’m not walking away from this.” I swallowed hard. “Even if everyone else hates us for it?” He shrugged slightly. “Let them. I’m done living by what they think.”

His eyes were already red. “When it came to me,” I asked softly, “was it because I wasn’t worth the effort?” He broke then. The tears came before the answer did. He covered his mouth with one hand for a second, like he was trying to get himself back under control and failing. “No,” he said at last, voice cracking. “No. It wasn’t that.” He shook his head hard, as though he hated how small the truth sounded when spoken aloud. “It was me. I hated the system. I hated what people said. I hated how it looked. And I made all of that your problem because it was easier than admitting I wanted what I had.”

“Later. I'm not in a hurry or anything like that. You've been crying? Your face is all red, and I don't like that. It's him, right?” “It was a long conversation and he hurt my feelings but I'm fine now, since you've agreed to let me come with you again.” “Do you still love him?” That question burned. I just sat, paused, expressionless and emotionless. Yes. The answer is yes, as bad as it was but there was no way I was going to tell him that. “If there's a word stronger than hate, that's what I feel for him. I hate him so much.” I lied through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't catch on and even if he did, that he wouldn't talk about it.

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."

SELENA He didn’t know. Stephen didn’t know. All this time, I thought his hatred came from truth that he was punishing me for something my father did. I believed every cruel word, every cold stare, was because he knew. But he didn’t. And that made it worse. Because he hated me based on a lie. That’s why every glance he threw my way felt like a blade. That’s why his touch never offered warmth only bruises of a story he never cared to understand. And now, here I was, hiding like a coward behind a pillar, listening to the truth unravel like a blade to the chest.

"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."

"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.