Novel & Cerita U Can Hate Me Now

“The other half I think you just want to own me again.” He closed the distance between them. “If I wanted to own you, Evelyn, you wouldn’t have made it this far.” Her pulse jumped. “Is that supposed to make me grateful?” He gave a low, humorless laugh. “No. It’s supposed to make you realize that we’re on the same side now.” “Same side,” she repeated, tasting the words like poison. “You and me.” “Unless you want to go up against an organization with unlimited resources alone,” he said, “then yes, you and me.”

The pain is worse than a stake driving into your heart. "Leave!" He barks at me. I hate Trent. I fucking hate Trent. ******

"See you soon" Gosh. I just hate him.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

He was my best friend. Sure I was mad and I feel like I still am. But hate him? I guess not? "Though, I doubt you have the heart to ever hate me even just a percent," He said with a grin. "Well, sorry to burst your thick little bubble but I do hate you a hundred percent sure!" "Why are you letting me hug you right now then?" I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him. I used my arms as a barrier between our chest. "It's comfortable so shut up!"

But I don't even know if the truth is the real truth, But then what if it's true, he's going to hate me and that's the last thing I want right now, Am I selfish right now?

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

I have been feeling like shit all week long. Everyone hates me. I mean everyone. Every single person, including those I have never met before in my entire existence, and especially women. They hate me. I don't care much about what everyone thinks or what everyone feels. I only care about one person right now. Ronan. And he hates me. Ronan hates me.

I've lived my life without his kind and I won't start changing my lifestyle now. I flung my phone to the couch and walked up the stairs to my room not caring that I might get a call later. This is sickening. All of these!...I hate my parents for making me go through this. I hate Blake. I hate him for everything that he's worth which is not saying much. I hate the world for even letting me be born. I hate having to deal with all my life's trouble on my own. I hate that I'm so insecure about everything. Like the universe is against me. I hate that I can't tell anyone about my life. Cause they'll leave. Like Fabrico just did. I wasn't even worth it.