Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

“Won’t be back until tomorrow.” “Okay. That’s okay. We’re here.” They’re all on the floor with me now. Holding me. And I just break. Full ugly crying. Sobbing. The kind that makes it hard to breathe. “They hate me,” I gasp out. “Everyone hates me.” “Not everyone,” Jaxon says. “The board hates me. The internet hates me. Those people outside hate me. And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am—” “Don’t.” Ronan’s voice is hard. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

I was suddenly overshadowed by my loneliness. Everything was just overwhelming. I thought me and Bryan were going to build something serious but his mom didn't approve of our union, and he didn't fight for Us. I sat on the floor. I wanted to scream but I couldn't because Jaxson would complain. Why does he suddenly hate me? What was I doing wrong? Have I done something terrible to him? Why the sudden change of attitude? There were so many unanswered questions but there was no time to answer them. I stood up and washed the soap off my body. I couldn’t stay there for long before Jaxson started yelling.

The moment I get home I see Jonas, he literally just pops up from nowhere and begins to walk towards me. I shake my head in disapproval when I see him. I know he's trying to apologize, he's going to do as much apology as he can to make me not hate him for what he did. In fact, I do not hate him for what he did. I could never hate him. He is the love of my life and he will continue to be that to me. He is definitely stronger than Dane and he knows that why did he have to enter into the fight?

He smiled bitterly. Jason poked me repeatedly on the chest. " She isn't our mother.Unless you want to count the fact that we came from her." " Jaxon...." " She left us to dry ,Jaxon!"Jaxon yelled now , smashing the mahogany table with the force of his anger.I winced now. Jaxon had lost control.There it was . Jaxon's full hate for our mum .The veins stood out on his muscular body. "The sooner you realise she isn't our mother instead of cuddling up like she did the right thing all those years ago,the better for you"

"But they don’t look fake to me." I turned away, skating back toward the center line. "You wouldn’t notice." "But why do you hate Horace so much?" Jax asked, skating a lazy circle around me as I chased the puck. "He hated me first," I said flatly, keeping my eyes down. "Because of that girl, Deja, right?"

"Why do you hate me so much?" The question was so genuine. So confused. "You really don't understand, do you?" "No. I don't. I was terrible to you. I know that. But this..." He gestured around. "This is more than revenge. This is personal." "It's all personal, Jaxon. You destroyed me personally. You threw me away personally. You married my sister personally. Every single thing you did was designed to make me feel worthless. So yes, I'm destroying you personally too."

Ajax sounds sorrowful as he continues to apologize while my consciousness starts to drift. This bastard. It’s like he doesn’t even hear me. “Ajax…I hate you.” I whisper, turning my neck enough so I can meet his gaze. “You may be my mate, but I don’t accept. I won’t accept you because I HATE you.” A moment before I closed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of his heartbroken expression.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned on my bed, rolling over, I fell from the bed. "Argh! Everything is so frustrating!" I yelled and jumped up. I was going for the early morning exercise and for my job, to hell with it. I put on my pajamas and came outside. There I found my neighbor Jimmy. Perfect, this means I won't go jogging alone on the street. He had pride written on his face always because the young girls would do anything to be his, certainly because he was handsome and man! He got the body build. I waved to him, but he didn't wave back, rather he was rude or perhaps warning. "Don't make me stay back late" he said, and I smirked. He was right, I always walk instead of jog because I had a came

“I hate you! I hate you and your brothers more than anything!” His eyes flashed with something dangerous, something primal. “Hate me all you want, but don’t lie to me, Amara,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me.” “Never,” I spat, glaring up at him with all the hatred I could muster. My chest heaved with the force of my anger, and my voice shook with raw emotion. “I would sleep with any man but you, Jaxon. You disgust me!”

I said, my voice sharp. Jace looked at me, defeated. "Rea, I know... no matter what we do, your parents aren't coming back." "Exactly. I lost my parents—real, living people. All I have now is a cold gravestone to call 'Mom and Dad.'" My voice wavered. I fought to keep it together. "Jace, do you know who I hate most right now?" He waited, but I didn't make him guess. "Myself," I whispered, slapping my own arm. "I hate that I have the same blood type as you. I hate that I ever met you."