Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

Sasha let out a sigh and tried to keep the tears in "why...why do you hate me?" Michael was shocked, he wasn't expecting that so soon and he was lost for words at the moment. He thought of a way to refute her but he can't possibly think of the best answer, does he hate her? Of course he does, but why? He can't even answer himself. He turned away from her not wanting her to see his battling with his thought "no more work for you." Sasha was dumbstruck, what did he say? "Wh...what..what did you say?"

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

It boils my blood. I’m annoyed because I liked Victoria for her strong-independent-attitude, but she then fell in love with that Nixon guy and she just let her pride be stepped. Gosh! She almost has it all! Why, of all things, would she want the love of that bastard Nixon? Duh! “Ciara, come down! We’re eating.”, I heard my mom shouted from the dining area, so I grabbed the book that I threw a while ago and then went down.

Mr. and Mrs. Kiiru looked at each other before sighing. They looked panicked, and uncertainty was written all over their face. Mrs. Kiiru looked at her husband and received a nod from him. “Your mother was my friend. We used to go and hang out together and go shopping when we were younger. Smith was in love with her back then, but she fell for your father. That was a hit to Smith, and he harbored hatred for your mother and father. If there is someone who would hurt your parents, is Mr. Smith

“Why should I? It’s obvious we both hate each other. That’s why we can’t ever agree on anything. And about what you said? It doesn’t surprise me. You’re a selfish, egoistic jerk you do things for your own gain. Nothing new there.” He raised a brow. “Really? I never said I hated you. And for the record, I was only kidding earlier.” I turned away. “Whatever. I don’t care what you think. And you should knowI don’t like you. I don’t even know why. I just can’t help the hate. So don’t get your hopes high that I’m gonna fall for you someday. Even if you gave me the whole damn world, it’s not happening. I’m sure of that.”

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

I scoff as I watched her walk away "I hate you all!!! Get out of my house" I yelled as I shut my door in anger Everyone sees me bad but no one cares why am like this! I hate my real father for all this!! I hate everybody!! I fucking do!

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"