This Is Why I Hate You Onision Mga Nobela at Kwento

why though? "I.. don't know." I said in an almost inaudible voice. "No, tell me why I should hate you." "Be-because.." I looked at his eyes while searching for my words inside. He had a glint of mischievous in his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?" I hissed despite having no right to be mad at him. He nodded laughing lightly. "If it's about you being an omega that's absurd for you to think I will hate you for that." he said.

“Do you know why, despite everything, I don’t hate you?” “W-why?” I met his gaze. “Because I pity you more than I pity myself. At least I knew why my parents hated me, it was because I wasn’t their real daughter. You are their real son and yet you’re treated like this. That’s why I couldn’t hate you.” He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

my father says, staring at me, "I always want you to get what you want... and if it happens to be her, I guess I understand. But most of all, I want her to treat you right and understand that you're an amazing man. I want her to love you right, which she hasn't done so far." "And she fucking won't, but that doesn't change the fact that she's my mate," I spit out. The three of them share a look of distaste. They are the Official Isabella Hate Club. OIHC for short. I'm an honorary member too, "You guys don’t know shit. She might be mostly awful… but when it’s good between us, it’s fucking amazing."

“No. Never.” Wait. Why was I answering him? Hell, why was I answering him honestly? I should be scaring him off right about now. But why the fuck wasn’t he already scared? Hadn’t Nicholl told these two enough awful shit when he’d been bashing me to them? So I bluntly demanded, “Why do you guys even look like you’re considering the idea? Don’t you hate me?” Yes, remember the hate. Please remember that you hate me.

She had no other way. Ian’s bloodshot eyes bulged with pain. His hands that once clutched his head now tore at his hair. He stared at Raina and screamed hoarsely, “Why? Why is this happening?! Why… it hurts so much… Raina, save me… please, save me…” There was no why. No answer. And in his broken voice, Raina finally heard it— A trace of hatred. Not much. But it was there. She felt her breath catch in her throat, paralyzed by it.

They were trying to see the next scene, what were they whispering all about? "You're such a beauty, dear and am glad that you accept my proposal online to be my wife…" "Wait a second, me?" I blasted and he nodded. "Let's make this official" he brought out a ring and on sighting him, I banged the door at him. "I need an explanation on what's going on because it seems I don't owe me again but you ladies!" I snapped. "Well, I just used your face as my profile picture for over two months now… And…"

I fully accepted my fate. "What's your fascination with this guy? I've never seen you act like this about anyone. In fact, I have never seen you like anyone," Melissa commented. "He is not just a guy. He used to be my best friend, and I lost him because I was selfish and stupid. He loved me, and I bullied him. So now he hates me," I said. Despair tore at my heart when I thought about the things I put him through. "He doesn't hate you anymore, don't worry," Melissa patted me on the back.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

The joke is on me big time. I want to hate him. I really want to but now I realize I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't. How can I when the mere mention of his name makes me wet and helpless with the need for him!? When the thought of him makes me weak with warmth, and tenderness, and... Love. I just love the bastard. I'm incapable of hating him. 'I love you, Thor Reginald Quinn!' I shout in my mind. 'Since hating you is not working then I give up trying to hate you, you bastard! Satisfied!?'

Did he want to end me now that he had rejected me? "Take your lowly self and get out of my room, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you!" He said all that through gritted teeth. He wasn't just disgusted by my presence, there was something else, Hatred. And it broke my heart into pieces that he hated me for no reason. It wasn't my fault that I was mated to him neither was it my own making that I was born this way, an Omega. I staggered backward as he let his grip on my neck go.