Novel & Cerita U Can Hate Me Now

Suzanne was stunned upon hearing my words. Meanwhile, Gabriel leapt off the stage and ran over to grab me by the collar. "What is this bullshit that you're saying? Anna will be here soon, you bitch! Once Anna's here, she'll personally tell me that she loves me!" he yelled hysterically at me. Countless camera flashes, directed right at the stage, lit up the room. Gabriel shook me violently, an expression of sheer distress on his face. "I want to see Anna right now! Hurry up and call her! I want to speak to my daughter right now!"

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!?'

I wish you would break both your legs while falling off your horse. “You win, take your trophy.” I said, before walking defeatedly into the inner rooms. I hated everything at that moment. I hated my life. I hated the world. I hated the universe. I hated my dad. I hated my dead mother for dying in the first place. I hated Naomi for falling for my dad. I hated Aldrich for coming into my life the way he did. The only thing I didn't hate at that moment was the baby in my stomach, or the one I might have lost, I don't know.

She even had a better car than me, I hate her, I hate her so damn much. And now... I find she's also the writer of my favorite books! Fuck this! Fuck everyone, I hate my damn life. "Why did it have to be you? Out of the millions of people in this whole fucking world, why did it have to be you? You know how much I despise you? It wasn't enough for you to come back to town and steal Logan, and my friends, my lifestyle, now you have to steal my joy for reading? I hate you, Sophie Patterson. I fucking hate you!" I yelled my lungs out, unaware cameras were rolling, filming, and snapping pictures of me and Sophie.

But it vanished quickly, replaced by cold disdain. “Hate me?” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Good. Hatred is better than delusions. At least it means you see me clearly. But don’t think for one second that your hatred will change anything. You are mine now, whether either of us likes it or not. And I will never let you forget the circumstances that put you here.” His words were venom, searing her to the bone.

… This was the first time in seven years that Ryan had seriously tried to understand Tasha's past. She had very few belongings, and she had no particular hobbies. The only notebook she had was filled with notes about him. "Ryan doesn't like lamb or sweets, and he likes spicy food." "But I think roasted lamb is the best and sweet desserts taste amazing! I hate chili because my stomach is weak." "He doesn't like anyone touching his study." "But I accidentally touched something while cleaning. If I tell him, will he hate me?" "He doesn't like watching romance dramas." "Will he refuse if I invite him to watch something with me?"

“Hatred is too small a word for what I feel for your daughter. She took more than my sister that day. Death would not give justice for her crime.” ​ “I’ll break her until she’s lost every shred of hope, until she’s lifeless, like Raina.” Kabir snarled, his bloodshot eyes falling on Ziniya, now turning blue. ​ “But,” as if a switch flipped, his expression changed into a smirk. ​

She skimmed through the pages. “Have you ever had sushi before?” “Nuh-uh.” “Okay, so you are in for a treat today.” “No… I don’t like… raw fish.” She said in a small voice. “You are going to love it. Trust me.” She gave her hand a little pat.

“I’m ready… right now.” He laughed—short, humorless. “Too late.” Music surged again, louder this time. Someone bumped into him; I heard a girl’s voice nearby. “So this is it?” I asked, my voice barely holding. “You’re breaking up with me over the phone—from a club?” “I’m done,” he repeated, colder now. “Don’t call me again.” The line went dead. I stared at my phone, waiting for it to light up again. Waiting for anything. An apology. Anything. For Mike to call back and say that this was all a joke.

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.