They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

He spat sounding like he hated me a lot with every fibre of his being "I didn't do anything wrong. I only loved everyone here and the Luna," I said to him, and he smirked. "You might as well just strip that identity off you. And stop the facade because I know the truth. I can see through you. I know what you are capable of and what you are not and this one, you are indeed capable of." He spat at me, and I got really pissed and pushed him off me with all my might before he would strangle me to death.

She hated that beast with all her heart! He deserved to die! He was unforgivable! She hated him so much, so how could he tell her the cruel truth?

Probably the quickest out of everyone that knows. His eyes fell open, remembering how he had reacted when Aaron and Darius had first spilled the truth. It was hard to believe, but he had seen it for himself, a little too close to leave room for any doubt. **Doesn't he hate me for not telling the truth? For keeping something like that away from him?**

I don’t know why I stopped him but I realized I might not be ready to hear the honest truth. “I guess they heard what I did to that young Omega.” I gulped the coffee angrily, I couldn’t help but hate her even more. “At least now you know that your decision was wrong.” I glared at Richard the moment I heard what he said and he walked away immediately. “I hate her so much.” I cursed under my breath as I remembered what she looked like. The more I told myself I hate her the more I find myself longing for her. “What thd hell is wrong with me.” I growled.

He asked while dressing up properly. "Well yes," I answered. "Then you are wrong," he said as I smiled. "I despise you" he answered. My smile instantly faded. "Why?" I asked in a whisper, my heart was badly aching. "I hate you because of what your grandfather and his army did a long time ago to my father and mother," he answered shocking me.

“I don’t care if they catch me. I care about the truth.” His chest rose and fell. For a moment, the gunfire outside became a distant roar, swallowed by the silence stretching between us. “You think I wanted this?” His voice cracked, sharp and bitter. “You think I enjoyed keeping it from you? Every day I watched you look at me like I was the only monster in your life—when all along, it was him. Your father.” I flinched at the word. Father. It felt foreign now, poisoned. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” My voice trembled, breaking. “Why let me hate you, when you could have given me the truth?”

He asked. "Nope," I said while still eating my goods. I can't look at him right now. I always end up being foolish whenever I'm looking at him. "Do...you hate them...that much?" He asked suddenly. I stopped eating and take a courage to look at him. I know what he mean but why am I feeling scared to tell him the truth that yes I hate them so much because of them...because of those thing I have something that I am scared of, something I want to forget and escape.

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.

He told me sternly. “Well, it didn’t look that way when he was kicking your ass out there in the street. He hates your guts and you just made him more pissed off at Ciara. Even if he wasn’t planning to hurt her before, now he’s going to fucking kill her because of you. Why didn’t you tell me he hates you so much, what the hell did you do to make him hate you so much!” I asked him angrily.

He lifted his head from my thigh. “He said he hated me.” His finger tilted my head to the side, “…look at me.” I did. “And?” “He doesn’t want to see me again,” I shrugged. His finger dropped from my face. “I didn’t…” “It’s not your fault,” I said quickly, because I knew what he was going to say, and I didn’t want him to say all that. “I should have been honest with him from the start, but I got distracted, and that’s worse. I made him hate me.”