Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

Even after seeing everything which just happened here with my bare eyes, I still have a soft spot for Jaxon since I'm yet to reject him and I'm still hopeful that he'll come back to his senses and claim me. However, Jaxon eyes me with eyes full of disgust then spits at me. "I've already rejected this bitch and I'll reject her again and again if need be. I can't be with her. I'll never be with her!" He stands his ground. "Why do you hate me this much, Jaxon?" I ask, my eyes already clouding with tears. "I just hate you and you should never question my feelings. Your mere presence pisses me off!" He says shamelessly. "Dad, please take this bastard out of my room before I do something the three

Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him. Jasper's reactions were always intense, though. He'd get frustrated, hit me until exhaustion set in, and I'd tease and laugh at him, watching with a mix of fascination and disdain as his pale skin turned red with anger. Why did I torment him like that? Was it because I genuinely hated him? But why do I hate him in the first place? The answer is simple: his father. Not his stepfather, but his biological one – Tobias Richter. Just hearing his name makes my stomach twist into knots, filling me with anxiety as I desperately try to suppress the memories that are threatening to surface.

"He hates me. He really, truly hates me. And everyone… everyone saw… they all know…" Jason’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Hey, hey, shhh. It’s okay. Breathe, Nova." His voice was low, soothing against my hair. "He’s an asshole. A colossal, self-absorbed, Loveth-whipped asshole. You know that."

“To see the traitor’s daughter pretending she belongs here? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Pretending?” I asked calmly. “Yes. That’s all this is, isn’t it? A performance. The pack bows because they must. But you, ” she leaned closer, “…you’re still the girl whose father tried to destroy us. The blood that burned half our warriors. Did you think a wedding band could wash that away?” Her words sliced deep, but I didn’t let her see the wound. “You seem awfully obsessed with my blood, Zara. Are you sure it’s me you hate, and not the fact that I’m standing where you wanted to?”

Even into retirement, nothing will change that fact. Jonas's hands were balled into fists. I promise we're going to get them back. But this is the wrong way to go about that. Have you thought about the possibility of Lisa killing all of us when she sees you down there? " He clenches his teeth. "Once upon a time, I would have been happy to see you die. But the hatred I feel is no longer there." He loosens his grip on my shirt. "How many people know about me?" I ask.

Stefani talked too much and it was starting to annoy Jonathan. "Why do you hate me?" Jonathan, finally, asked. Stefani was shocked to hear the question from Jonathan all of a sudden. "Stefani," Jonathan whispered, making another beat skip his heart. His eyes were focused on Stefani as he removed his hand slowly from the younger's mouth. He badly needed to hear why this person hated him to the core. To his disappointment, however, Stefani did not give him an answer.

"Seraphina is lying to you. I love you more than anything." Jaxon shook his head violently, refusing to look at me, "Sera said you're only pretending to be nice now, but you tried to make me sick so you could be Queen. You hurt me. I saw you hurt Papa. And I hate you. I will never forgive you for what you did." He buried his face deeper, his small body convulsing as raw, heartbroken sobs finally broke free. The sound of my own son's absolute, terrified hatred, felt like a physical force tearing through my core.

“My mom finally finds someone that makes her happy, I don't think I can destroy that for her” “What about you?” “What about me?” “You deserve to be happy too” “Not at the expense of my mother's happiness” “Fine, if you tell me that you hate me then I will stay away from you” It's a simple task but I find it difficult. I blinked, staring at his shirt and admiring the patterns. “I hate you Jaxon” I say and then I hear the small muffled chuckle. Does he think it's amusing or something? I stared at his face, a mischievous smirk lifts his cheek, his eyes are sparkling and I'm not so sure he believes me.

I shook my head, pouring myself another glass of water. He looked at me with so much sympathy–so much pity. I hate being pitied. “Look I know Jaxon acts like he doesn't care about you, but trust me he does,” he said. “Jaxon is just–” I laughed, tears blurring my vision. “Don’t do that,” I said. His brows furrowed.“Don’t do what?” “Don’t make excuses for him. He hates me just like everyone out there does.” “No he doesn’t. Jaxon is just–”

LXXVI: Burning Hate Alyssa's POV I hate seeing him. I hate that even after he became powerless and enslaved, his presence is still undeniably noticeable. He struts around with his head held high as he isn't a criminal. I hate that stoic face of his as if he didn't do anything wrong. I hate it whenever I hear his voice. I hate everything about Knox Volkov and I have never hated anyone in my life.