Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

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."

He was my best friend. Sure I was mad and I feel like I still am. But hate him? I guess not? "Though, I doubt you have the heart to ever hate me even just a percent," He said with a grin. "Well, sorry to burst your thick little bubble but I do hate you a hundred percent sure!" "Why are you letting me hug you right now then?" I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him. I used my arms as a barrier between our chest. "It's comfortable so shut up!"

It didn’t matter that how much consumed I was with hatred, I just couldn’t do it. “Hey,” Jonathan murmured as he tipped my chin up and curled his other arm around my arm. I looked up at him, he said, “Chin up. And be the tigress that I know you are.” My stomach tensed and I circled his wrist with my fingers, wanting to touch him and feel his skin against mine. I said, “I don't want to do this. I hate them, Jonathan. I hate how they are still ruining us.”

Xara pointed out. “ Woman, I have a migraine. A splitting one. I am in no mood for all of this'' he said as he walked out of the house. Xara sighed, climbing up to her daughter’s room. Giada wasn't a cry baby but emotional. She cared about everyone, but when it came to her, no one did except her mom and brother, Elon. “ Baby, open up; it's me,” Xara said as she unlocked the door . “ Mom, why do dad, Jax, and Alyona hate me?” she asked the question that has always been on her mind.

Instead of being confused or defensive like an innocent person would be, he actually welcomes the challenge I’m presenting. “You want to fight me?” Jaxon asks with a cruel smile, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. “That’s perfect, because I’ve been wanting to give you, Alex, and Dominic a piece of my mind for a long time.” “I hate all three of you,” Jaxon continues, his voice getting more aggressive. “You think you’re so much better than everyone else, but you’re not. And this would be the perfect opportunity to show you exactly what I think of you.”

“What do you want from me?” His smile faded slightly, replaced by something colder. “Maybe the same thing you want from Jaxon. To be seen. To matter. To win.” I stared at him, startled by his honesty. “You’re twisted.” “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But at least I admit it.” Silence hung between us again before he spoke, voice lower, more deliberate. “You hate Jaxon, right?” I paused wr the question. I hated Jaxon but it wasn't hate hate. It wasn't even him I hated. It was what he did to me, the way he acted to me that I hated.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks. His name is Jon and he's pretty handsome if you would ask me, tall, slender with that pointed nose, cute and pink lips with masculinity. But he's my nemesis And there he was, sitting at the back of the café, his nose buried in a book. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to remind myself of all the reasons why I hated him. The way he had treated me, the way he had broken my heart, and yet, here I was, unable to resist the pull towards him.

Ruby's POV If this man ends up calling my name with that sweet, calm voice of his, I might end up falling in love with him. Heat always rises up to my cheek whenever he does that. I don't hate it but right now I'm still brooding over my last heartbreak only to figure out the reason he broke up with me was to be with my highschool friend who also hates me. I have a lot of people who hate me, except for my lovely family and Maya. Well, I might end up adding Jaxon to the list. I turned my head to stare at him and caught him staring at me. Why is he staring at me?