Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

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.

“Why are you doing this? I came here hoping to reconnect, to find some common ground, and all you want to do is throw stones.” Jake remained silent, the wall between us. I glared at him with barely contained rage, he seemed unbothered and leaned back in his seat. I took a few deep breaths and shut my eyes for a moment. My eyes looked back at him and I opened my mouth for a moment to speak, no words came out but I managed to gather my thoughts. “There will never be a common ground between and we can never be friends again, I hate you, Jonathan, with every fiber of my being,” said Jake with a glare full of bitterness and hatred all pointed at me

"Any of it. The club, your mom, Gabriel. I'm your best friend, Joey. Why did you keep all of this from me?" I wiped my face, trying to find an answer honest enough to give her. "Because I hate it all," I said finally. "My mom. I hate what she put me through, what she let happen, and I hate that some part of me still loves her anyway. I hate my past. I hate that after everything, I still fell for Gabriel again, even after what he did to me. I hate this job." My voice dropped lower. "But mostly I hate myself. For all of it. For needing this job in the first place, for dancing in that room tonight, for every single choice that's led me to standing in my own living room in a mask past midnight.

I leaned back in my chair, sighing deeply as I closed my eyes. “What am I going to do? How am I supposed to fix this?” I whispered. After a few moments of a self-induced pity party, I hesitantly tried to open my link with Alek, but it was firmly closed. I groaned as my eyes snapped open. “Fuck!” I let out a shaky breath as my heart sank. “I hate you, Jonas,” I grumbled. “I hated you back then, but I hate you more now. You’re destroying things even years after your death. Rot in Hell, you son of a bitch!”

“I can’t stand Jaxon. I don’t even know why I pretended to be his friend. He’s only pretty — that’s it. That’s all anyone ever notices about him. Guys fawn over him, people listen to him, everyone praises him like he’s some kind of god… and it makes me sick. Every time I see someone smile at him, laugh at his jokes, or even glance his way, I feel my blood boil. I hate that he doesn’t even notice what he’s doing to me, how easy it is for him to charm everyone without even trying. And me? I’ve been stuck trying to get the same attention, the same recognition, the same admiration he gets effortlessly. “I’ve only been his friend because it gave me access to everything I couldn’t have on my own —

If she lost their child, he could just have one with me. “I… don’t hate her,” Jonathan finally said, his voice trembling. I scoffed. Once again, his answer was infuriating. He shouldn’t have said that. Not only was it untrue, it made me sick. Looking at him with contempt, I said, “You hate her… you always complained to me about how annoying she was…” It was like he had forgotten everything he used to tell me. “So… do you like her, Jonny?” I gathered all my courage to ask him. Clenching my hands tightly, I was afraid I would hear an answer I didn’t want.

"Don't you hate me?" Back then, when I rejected him, I'd been young and cruel with my words. Jonah shook his head. He was no longer that impulsive, passionate boy. Time had tempered him into a steadier, sharper man, his calm composure almost outshining Rylan's. "I thought about hating you," he admitted, "but I couldn't hold onto it." He stepped closer. "Maeve, how about giving us a try?" When I didn't answer, he smiled. "Even if it's just to get back at him, use me if you want."

I inquired after taking a few sips of the expensive wine. “Sure” Jonah’s red locks neatly styled tonight, which made his angelic face stand out. “Just don’t ask me to kill, Ace.” That made me giggle “do you know who Alexa is?” His shoulder tensed at the mention of her name. Jonah’s dark hazel orbs studied me before he spoke. “She’s a bitch who took Uncle Santino from us” his jaw clenched. Gone was the playful Jonah, just like that. This man standing in front of me is so commanding, and the menace in his eyes sends shivers from the tip of my hair to my toes. “Ace loved her, but she used him to get near his father. That’s why Ace hated her, ya know. They say that love and hate have a very thin

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

"And you know that better than anyone." I said nothing. I didn't want to. My throat felt like it was full of something hot and unspoken, and if I started pulling at any of it I wasn't sure what would come out first — the anger at him, the anger at myself, or the other thing underneath both of those that I didn't have a name for yet. "I have more than a handful of reasons to hate him," Jaxon continued. His arms tightened slightly around me, almost like a reflex. "You know that too."