They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

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My eyes met my the person I'd grown to hate the most. "Have you done your worst, and now you're looking for something else to justify yourself?" I resisted the urge to smack that calm smile off his face. I hated him so much. "I'm sure you didn't come here to admire me", he folded his arm. "Why are you here?" "I need you to come out with the truth." "The truth?", His brows creased in mock confusion. "What truth?"

I hated her for saying it. I hated her for being right. “And that bastard! Were you with him last night?”

He was angry and that too on a man he respected more than anything else in the world. His whole life he lived a lie, he conceived the fruit of that lie and hated his mother with a passion and today he was coming to know that his hatred was baseless. She was innocent. He could understand the anger his father must have felt at that time but the least he could have done was tell him the truth, if not at that time but when he was old enough. He didn't, he let him believe that lie and now out of sudden, he had a change of heart! Liam was devastated. He punched the dining table hard. His hand busted open and was bleeding. "Liam, control…"

he tried to explain and I was absolutely disgusted at his poor attempt to escape taking responsibility for his actions. “Miss me with all that bullshit,” I hissed, walking past him and unlocking the door with my fingerprint that Nick had added to the security system. “I’m saying the truth, I had nothing to do with it and I rea—” “God! I don’t want to fucking hear another lie! I’ve always known that you hated me, but today I’ve confirmed how bottomless your pit of hatred truly is for me,” I snapped at him and he seemed somewhat taken aback.

I cried so hard that I began to gasp for air, everything was so painful to me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear.” I choked out, even though no one was there to hear me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” But the truth was, I did hurt him without thinking twice. I felt he was incapable of I told him the truth. That was why I went ahead and did what I thought was right, and now he hated me so fucking much. I pressed my face into my hands, trying to stop the thoughts from coming through but they kept coming.

I told him and his eyes softened a little bit. I was becoming good at lying to him and I hated it. "But you should have told me. I wanted to be there for you, and my pup. I hate this, and I hate it more because all this is happening because of me." He said sadly but that was not true. I was the one pulling the strings and I hated that he was taking responsibility for something that was beyond his control.

His voice was filled with anguish and hate. “Why did no one tell me the truth?!”

Then— “Good,” he said. The single word stunned her. “What?” she whispered. His lips curved slightly—not into a smile, but something close. “Hatred is honest,” he said. “It’s better than lies.” Aria shook her head, confusion and frustration tangling inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He didn’t deny it. Didn’t even seem bothered. Which only made it worse. “Get some rest,” he added after a moment, turning away from her as if the conversation was already over.

Did he really just hate me so much? "You're immune to me already and besides the devil needs a break every now and then", he said, moving his seat back slowly. I was probably immune to anything he said, but it still stung, because as much as I hated saying it most of the things he had said in the past were honest than anyone had ever been with me. He spoke truthfully, and those truths stung because they were true in the end, I just had never heard it before, and I definitely couldn't admit it to myself.