This Is Why I Hate You Onision Mga Nobela at Kwento

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

“ Because I want to look you in the face and ask you why you hate so much. Why would you ruin my life like this? Haven't you done enough harm to me?” I am fighting my tears right now as I look at the man I once loved to an extent of abandoning my dreams to support his. “ I don't hate you, Bailey. I just can't stand seeing you with that man. It makes my blood boil with anger.” Nolan answers through gritted teeth. I don't miss the sheer malice and hatred as he talks about Orion. “ What right do you have to feel angry about whom I choose to date? You discarded me, chose benefits over the years of my love and dedication. What gives you the right to be pissed at anything in my life?”

He dropped his suitcase and sat down back, facing me. “I hated you the very day I saw you, I hated you the day you acted like a bitch when I started dating Olivia. I have hated you since you tried to ruin my marriage with Olivia. I hate you because you are one of the reasons Olivia died and I fucking hate you for coming into my life. You see, I have hated you for so long. You can do yourself a favor by getting the hell out of my life”

Orion’s pov Hazel’s head shot up and for the first time there was a spark of something like anger in her eyes. “Because I hate him!” she shouted, her voice cracking with fury. “I hate Ryder and everything he’s done. He ruined me! You think I’d ever help someone who made me feel worthless?” Her words hung between us, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak.

“Mason wouldn’t be a part of something like this, especially with your dad making it so clear what he expected from her.” Eason shook his head. “You don’t understand Mason. She hates you because she hates Menhits. Besides, she enjoyshating you. It gives her something to do. I don’t even think she believes half of what she spouts. If a group came to her asking for information about you, she would be thrilled at the opportunity to be the center of attention.”

"Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!" "Keep wishing." "Facts. I saved you as you said; you owe me big time. I chose your life. Ceteris paribus." "If you hate me as much as you say, why bother react to my messages? Why did you show up?" Again Sean was hesitant, "You'll find out soon enough. Now, are you done?"

“I want to be strong and act like this is a piece of cake. I hate that I can’t. I hate that I’m not as strong as I pretend to be.” Her eyes lit up again. “Why do you call me that?” “Clumsy Nancy?” She nods. I smile before answering. “Remember the first day we reunited?” I asked her. “You remember me?” She asked fiercely “I do, I could never forget you”. “Why did you pretend not to know me then? That’s the reason I’ve hated you”. “You’re mad I forgot you when you don’t even remember our past in detail.” I turned to stare at her, she was already staring.

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

Isis was the girl she hated the most in her life that she could not even stand her face. She always hated her when she acted righteous, making her look like she was a sinner. That was the reason she acted that way when she heard what was going on with her and Omarion. She could not let it pass knowing that was the best way to get revenge on the girl because cheating on her with her boyfriend was just not enough for her. She wanted her to taste real sadness but it looks like heaven was on her side too because they keep blessing her with things that she needed to do to vent her anger and frustration she was not going to relent.

Guilt flashes in his eyes before he hides it and I exhale sharply. “Why do you hate me so much Lincoln?” Silence. “Haven’t you punished me enough?” I whisper. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough? What did I ever do to deserve this much hate?” His face hardens. Then suddenly— “Stop pretending to be so fucking innocent Ivonne!” I flinch and my heart slams into my ribs at the venom in his voice. “What?” He pushes up from his chair. “The others might be fooled by your fake purity,” he snaps, “but I’m not.”