Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

I yelled back. "I hypnotized Alexander the day he realized you were his mate. I made him hate you for being weak and ugly. And even if I don't do that he'd still hate you, because he's a bastard. But, despite him being like that you'd always have a soft spot for him. You can't help yourself but get drawn to him despite hating him to the core! How can I win against him then?" Cedric's tears streamed down his cheeks and I know, he does love me so much. He loves me so much to the point he's become desperate for my affection. I know what he did was wrong but I have no right to correct him since he's telling the truth.

Joanna smiled sadly, thinking about all the hatred Ixora would receive. Drexton's hatred, Maddox's, Jaxon's, and even Caius's. She had no idea what she'd do to make them understand. For Ixora, she is the girl Drexton needs in his life, but his hatred for her is always driving him away from the truth. Ixora's eyes were on her. "Which hatred? Did I do wrong to anybody?" Ixora asked, holding her palms together. Maybe Joanna knew something about Drexton. The reason why he hated her so much. She might get an answer from her.

He hadn't said anything to reply to me so I just kept quiet until a thought crept into my head. "Why do you hate me so much?" Jayden rolled his shoulders then set his drink down. "I'll tell you since you probably won't remember anything tomorrow. At first I hated you because you took Ace away from Ava. You hurt my sister and that was something I couldn't forgive. But then, I saw you more and I started getting attracted to you—sexually." he clarified. I pursed my lips then let out a laugh.

Every time Ridley and I argued about Yolia, he would be there to mock me. He never missed a chance to say I wasn't fit to be Luna. "You think I want you to die?" Jaxon's voice trembled. "Christine, you really don't think..." "Stop the act!" I shoved him hard. "You've always hated me. You think I'm standing in the way of Yolia becoming Luna. This is your perfect chance, so why are you stopping me?" Jaxon’s face grew even paler. "You think I hate you?" he whispered. "Christine, you really don't know anything, do you?"

Give me 500 thousand dollars, and I’ll think about it. I hit send. Three seconds later, Jonah called. I did not answer it. I blocked his number instead. It was obvious that he was cursing my name, calling me heartless and cruel. He was probably saying that I was a money-minded witch. But that was alright. It was better that they hated me. Hatred was better than guilt. I curled up in my narrow and slightly damp single bed. The taste of blood on my tongue still made me nauseated. But I did not dare to puke.

Fenton was away in the mountains with a team to film promotional videos. “Do you hate me, Jade?” Jonah asked in a hoarse voice. I shook my head. “I was angry at first, but I am fine now.” He gave a bitter smile. “I was always afraid of you because you are a strong woman. Everyone listened to you more than me. As an Alpha, I felt I had to be better than you and prove I was more powerful. “That was why I refused to mate bond with you and sided with weak people who knew nothing. I wanted to see you compromise and submit. I cannot believe I let my ego ruin everything with the woman I love.”

"Why do you harbor such intense hatred for your brother?" Jonas snorted, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You don’t know anything, do you? Asher isn’t my brother. He’s my enemy. He’s the reason our pack is weak and divided. He’s the reason our father is dead. He’s the reason I’ve suffered for years. And now, he’s the reason I’m going to take everything from him: his power, his pack, his mate."

"They are my people. You can’t take them away from me." Daimon froze, stunned by the sheer authority in his son’s voice. For a mere four-year-old, Joxan carried himself with an alarming amount of confidence, as if he were staking a claim over Jessica and Enlyan and drawing a line between them. Daimon blinked, struggling to process the words. Was this really his son? Why did Joxan seem to hate him so much? A dull ache spread through Daimon’s chest. He had barely just found them, yet the distance between them felt immeasurable.

It appeared that I'd been wrong. "Why? Do I disgust you?" He asked, rising to his feet. "No. I just don't feel the same way you do," I told him, and he released a sigh. "Did Jaxon tell you anything about me?" He suddenly blurted out, and I gripped the fabric of my dress, anxiety sinking in. When I still didn't say anything to him, he pivoted on his heels, his back to me. "Did he tell you why he hates me so much?"

“Why do you hate me so much that you would do this to me, to her?” I listen intently. This had been a question on my mind since Henley mentioned it was a rumor. A now seemingly confirmed rumor. The only thing that can make sense of Jonathon not only doing this to his son but his son’s mate is just hatred. “Because you challenged me!” Jonathan roars. “You questioned me and my authority in front of pack members after you found out I was ill. You smelled blood in the water and you got cocky.” he spits at his son.