Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

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!"

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

“What the fuck do you want. I told you not to come here today because I would be busy.” “Well I said no,” I say with a shrug. I can feel him fuming beside me. He hates me and I don’t know why he does. But the funny part is that I love it because his hatred for me is filled with lust. He hates me yet he wants me. I know he wants me, I've known it for a long time. That’s why I always like getting under his skin.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

"Why are you doing this to me? Drake tell me what I did to you that was so bad that you have hated me from the moment we met?" He had started making my life miserable all the way from middle school, but I couldn't remember what I ever did to him to deserve such long lasting hatred. The smirk that was on his face twisted up. "You want to know why I hate you?" Well at least he wasn't denying the fact, but why did it sting so badly? "When it's simple…" he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "And that reason makes me hate you even more everyday I see you, whenever I see you walking , talking or even laughing it infuriates me because of that reason…"

I'm not just at war with Liam or the men around me—I'm at war with myself. Maybe it's my past. Maybe it's just who I am. Maybe... oh no. Do I hate men? The realization hits like a slap. My breath hitches. My pulse pounds. I hate men. That's why I lash out. That's why I react with anger to the smallest things they do. It's not about them. It's about me. No. That can't be right. I don't hate men. I mean, who would? They're just... part of the world, part of us.

His body posture and facial expression expose that he is annoyed and upset. "Can you tell me why you here? My living area is ten minutes away and I really want to go to sleep." I mentioned, not wasting anytime to gather the truth. "I'm not going to sugarcoat this, but I want to kill you." He reveals, giving me a disgusting grin. "Why?" I ask. He chuckles, finding enjoyment out of toying with me. "Because I hate you." He replied. "Why do you hate me? We only met and talked once at the Owambe. I did not say or do anything to you to warrant any hatred or fight." I tried to bring sense to him.

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “

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He wouldn’t just open his fucking mouth and end this confusion. “ I hated you because you killed my parents, took me from my home, marked me without my consent. ” I pulled my trembling knees to my chest and wrapped my aching arms around them. “ I don’t believe someone can hate others without a reason. So, if you hate me…you must give me a reason, Izer. I won’t accept your hate otherwise. ” “ You think that matters to me? You think I give a fuck about what you accept and what you don’t. ” He snapped, his eyes flashing red dangerously.