Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

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.

You make me hate you so much that I'm starting to hate myself too! I hate you, Xavier!

“Put this on. Don’t let your mother worry.” Jay did not accept the jacket but instead gave him a cold look and said, “I’m not cold. Maybe sneezing is just a sign that someone misses me.” It was something Angeline had told him a really long time ago. Jordan gave a weak sigh. “How long will you continue to hate me?” Jay replied, “I don’t even have the right to hate you.” Chloe said in surprise, “JJ, you know that he’s your…” Jay nodded his head.

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.

It bounced off my collarbone and clattered on the tile next to my broken hand. “I don’t want your gift!” Jaxon screamed, his voice shaking with pure hatred. “Keep your hag-gifts! I hate you!” He stood there, looking down at me, the epitome of the child I had sacrificed everything for. He did not regret the shove that put me on the floor. He spat the final word at me: “Hag.” Then he turned and followed his father and Seraphina out the door.

“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–”

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.

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.

He's quiet for a few seconds, then he lets out a heavy exhale. “You should be seated with me at that table,” he groans, like it pains him that I'm not there. Like he's going to be alone with a bunch of strangers. I giggle and swat playfully at his chest. “You know that's not possible, your whole pack hates me.” I joke, but it's actually true. Jaxon frowns. He cups my face and whispers roughly, “They don't hate you. They just don't understand you.”