Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

The water falls over my head, with tears streaming down my face. I hate my job. I hate Ace. I hate that I'm weak, but most of all. I hate my life! What did I do in the past life that has me living this monstrous one? Who will love me? Except for Jaxson and not back down to Ace? I continue to cry, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Jaxson deserves so much better, more than I could ever give him. But he is my pride and joy. My sunshine on rainy days and my anchor. If anything happened to him, I'm sure I'd die from a broken heart. I need to leave, I can't let Ace anywhere near him.

Me looking like I’d been caught between a punch and a kiss. And the captions? Don’t even get me started. “Chemistry you can’t fake.” “The comeback of the century?” “When hate looks a little too much like love.” Yeah. Try drinking coffee with that shoved in your face every two seconds. I tossed my phone across the couch and muttered to myself, “God, I need a new life.” But the universe? The universe has a sick sense of humor. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the intercom buzzed.

“He’s good. Really good. After watching him play the last game, I’m feeling confident about the season.” Jaxon nodded though his brow arched slowly. “I agree, but don’t you think he’s a little..standoffish? Dude barely talks to anyone, and you’re supposed to be his godfather. Is there like some history between you guys that I don’t know about?” A sad smile curled my lips and I shook my head. That was the thing I always wondered too. I didn’t know the guy so why did he hate me so much? Knowing Jaxon was waiting for an answer from me, I muttered. “No. I mean, I don’t think so. Maybe he’s just used to doing his own thing. Not everyone’s a team player right off the bat.”

And I turned to walk to my car. Hearing his mate question him. “What did he mean by that Allen?” Nothing. Ah, so he hides the truth from her too. —— Olivia was quiet on the ride back. “Hey sis. What’s wrong?” “Why do you hate him so much?” She ask looking at me. “Who?” “Stop acting dumb Jaxxon. Everytime your in the presence of Alpha Allen, there’s pure hatred coming from you.” “Well Olivia…”

But as I reached for the doorknob, his voice stopped me. “Don’t you dare walk away.” I turned slowly, my annoyance bubbling to the surface. “Why should I stay, Riley? So you can throw more baseless accusations at me? So you can keep acting like a petulant child?” He sat up, his gaze surprisingly sharp despite his drunken state. “Because I’m not done talking to you.” “Well, I’m done listening,” I shot back, my voice cold. But he didn’t back down. “Why do you hate me so much, Jaxon? What did I ever do to you?”

“I can leave.” “Stay.” The word came out before pride could strangle it. He stayed. For a while, the only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator and the wind pressing against the windows. Then I asked the question that had been rotting inside me for two years. “Why do you hate me, Jaxon?” His hand tightened around the glass. “The real reason,” I said tightly. He did not answer immediately. When he did, his voice was rough. “I do not hate you.”

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,

Seth was the typical one of a kind who cherished camaraderie at the detriment of his sentiment. "What's your way forward?" "Learn to forget. It's probably right we stay this way." "It is only right. Oh, if I had thought of this ere long you wouldn't have been in such a situation. I'm so sorry," Gianna weakly smiled. "What about the boy next farm?" Gianna laughed at the reference. "He still hates my guts. I think it's gotten worse over the past months." She didn't want to expatiate on the matter as it would only make her cry. Again.

Hilda lowered her head further. "Dad, I love him. I don't want him to die like this. I'd rather he live happily, even if I do not get to be with him. I guess this is love," she said timidly. "Haha!" Jonas burst into laughter all of a sudden. His laugh was filled with mockery and ferocity. After a while, he stopped. A stern expression appeared on his face. "Anybody raised by me, Jonas Smith, will not tolerate any betrayal. I'm not a kind person, who would rather be taken advantage of than to take advantage of others. I would never let any effort be in vain. Since he is useless to me, and even abandoned had my daughter, I definitely would not let him off just like that."