We Hate You Please Die Novels & Stories

Is this how I'm going to die! Holy shit who did I piss off for them to hire a hitman to kill me. I'm too young to DIE! There are still a lot of things I want to do. I want to travel the world! I want to find love! I want to have kids and live in a small town in a foreign country! I don't want to die like this!!! "Please, please, don't kill me." I cried into the cloth. Before I could say anything else the lights were turned on and I opened my eyes, slowly.

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?’

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

She'd rather die than someone glance at her (especially Austin who made no secret of the fact that he enjoyed her humiliation). The silent was about to last an eternity until Austin cut in filthy-mouthed sarcasm. Ms. Hovsepian, "we need to see your dedication to work in this; not your wants," he smirked with amusement, "this is what you got for us? Is this what you got for us?! “ The words of Austin cut deep, stabbing through her raw wounds to make her more mortified and ashamed. It was beyond her comprehension that in this way, he was rubbing it all in, that she was his laughing stock.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

"How are you even so sure there's a V?" "I attributed it to my name. Venisa is pretty...motherfuckers. Oh! I got it. It's VIPM. Yes!" She victoriously fisted the sofa causing Gianna to shake her head. "Okay. Where's Petra?" "In her room, pretending to be siesting." "I'll be in my room too." "Wait! Tell me, why do you look so particularly...moody today? Did you learn about the bad news too?" "What bad news?" "Damien died in today's episode. How tragic, isn't it?"

“Fucking liars! How dare you set a foot in my territory while well aware of the fact that I hate fuckin’ werewolves and their very existence! Death is a small price to pay for your mistake.” ***

She loathed me with a passion I couldn't change. "I'm not yours, and I will never be." "I don't love you... I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." "Remember this, I'd rather die than love you. You know why? Because you're going to be alone for the rest of your life. No one wants you. No one wants a ruthless monster with a heart as black and rotten as yours. You'll die alone, Finn. Oh no, I'll be there to watch you die the most painful of deaths, and I'll make sure you remember all the pain you've caused. And when you're gone, no one will mourn you or remember you. If they do, it'll be to spit on your grave, if you even get one, because the earth doesn't welcome sinners like you."

You've been killing me softly And finally, the pain is too much Oh And I'm all out of whiskey To soak up the damage you've done Oh It's there is anything I'm guilty or of It's loving you too much If anybody asked how we died Call it suicide Don't fabricate Just tell them, baby It was suicide Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know..... Ahhhh, Call it suicide Oh... Don't fabricate (No don't fabricate it) Just tell them, baby It was suicide (It was...) Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know Ohhh...baby Just let them know Ohhh, just...heyy, hey

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