Why Do My Siblings Hate Me Novels & Stories

My voice sounded weak to my ears. The whole time the three of us just kept arguing about Harper, we never dissected the real reason why I hated him so much. Or was it just playful banter?! I always thought the reasons I had in my mind to hate him were plausible and practical. "Zara, why do you hate Harper?" Why did I hate him? The answer had always been clear to me. My sister's heartbreak was one of the biggest reasons but when she, being the victim, didn't have any grudge against him, who was I to hate him as the third party?

“I don’t want to be a friend to that.” “That’s sad,” I mutter and let out a bitter chuckle. “And here I was, thinking my children would get along. All siblings have their differences, all siblings fight and argue, but at the end of the day, if you don’t have anyone else, at least you have a sibling. I was hoping you would take the role of the big brother, but I won’t force that on you. I understand that I sound bitter and spiteful and maybe I am.. Maybe everything’s just too much lately.”

It's a lesson that we all need to learn and remember so that we can protect ourselves and those we love from harm. "I can't believe your sister did that to you," I said to my friend, trying to wrap my head around the situation. "What could be her reason for hating you and your kids so much?" Sophia sighed and leaned back in her chair, looking defeated. "I wish I knew," she said. "We used to be so close, but something changed. Maybe it's because I have a happy family and she doesn't. Or maybe she's just jealous. It's hard to say."

Snow "Can you tell me why your brothers don't like you so much?" She chuckles lightly. "I don't really know why they don't like me. As kids Mother always told me to take care of them. They were reckless as boys and they always got into trouble. But I didn't know why they always blamed me for the trouble they got into.” I nod. "I see. But what they have for you is hate. Maybe there's another reason why they don't like you."

“I don’t even know why you’re thinking of me right now. This is a direct attack on you, sweetheart. I’m sorry you have to take the brunt of Emily’s stupid actions. I feel stupid that I ever called her my sister.” Jackson had been so insistent in cutting Emily off that I never stopped to think of how it took a toll on him. They had grown up as siblings and despite everything, they loved each other dearly. Well, that was until I came into the picture. Emily allowed her hatred for me to blind her and she ended up ruining her relationship with everyone in her family. Why did she even hate me so much? It wasn’t like we ever directly clashed. She just thought I wasn’t good enough for her brother a

Alexei said. “For one, you’re in my goddamn space, get the fuck out.” His brother yelled as he pushed Alexei out of his room. Alexei had seen a lot of brothers fight but they get back together almost immediately and whenever Alexei find siblings joke and play together he would wish he had the same kind of relationship with his brother. “I don’t understand why he hates me so much,” Alexei said as he walked to the kitchen to get an apple, “I just don’t get it.” He finished, biting into his apple.

"I never thought I'd hear someone say they hate Alessio. It sounds good." I blinked in confusion. "You shouldn't hate your brother. People like the rift between good things." I told him. Nobody should hate their siblings, we were meant to support, be together for a reason, to take care of each other, and have fun. Life was more vibrant with siblings. His smile dropped as he really looked at me. He opened his mouth but he shut it instantly, feeling a shadow looming over us. I lifted my chin and saw my Uncle and father standing near our table.

Just the sentence, set down like a fact he had gotten tired of holding in. My ears tried to reject it. “All of us? You hate your own siblings.” He held my gaze. “Yes. I would have preferred none of you existed.” A chill went down my spine. The pieces, ugly as they were, clicked. “Do not tell me,” I said, “that part of why you hate him is that he gave you brothers and sisters.”

"I noticed that you don't like talking to me. Even when I was little. You push me away." "I don't hate you. I don't just like you." "But why? You are my sister." Mia said. "You really want to know why?" Mia nodded. "When I see people with their big sisters, I start to wonder why my own sister despises me. If it is because of the way I also sneak up on you, then I will stop doing that. I'll even remove myself from the group chat of your school. I will do anything for you to like me, Scarlett."

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.