Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

Me looking like I’d been caught between a punch and a kiss. And the captions? Don’t even get me started. “Chemistry you can’t fake.” “The comeback of the century?” “When hate looks a little too much like love.” Yeah. Try drinking coffee with that shoved in your face every two seconds. I tossed my phone across the couch and muttered to myself, “God, I need a new life.” But the universe? The universe has a sick sense of humor. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the intercom buzzed.

"I can handle myself perfectly well." He caught my arm, his grip firm. "Why do you hate me so much?" I looked up at him, my heart pounding, and realized that my hatred was just a shield for all the pain they had caused me. "I don't hate you because of who you are, Jeremy," I said, my voice trembling. "I hate you because you make me feel like I don't exist."

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

"Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!" "Keep wishing." "Facts. I saved you as you said; you owe me big time. I chose your life. Ceteris paribus." "If you hate me as much as you say, why bother react to my messages? Why did you show up?" Again Sean was hesitant, "You'll find out soon enough. Now, are you done?"

Why do you help outsiders to go against me instead? "Do you really hate me that much?"

I hated myself but why can't I just hate him too? .

“Clumsy, wandering around aimlessly, constantly a nuisance.” “I… I am sorry. I…” My composure failed me. Why does he hate me so much? “You can't do anything right, can you? Not even an apology,” He scoffed. I blinked, taken aback by the venom in his tone. I didn’t know why his words affected me so deeply, but something in his stare felt personal. “Why do you hate me so much?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I’ve never done anything to offend you, Gamma Urik. I’ve tried to respect everyone in this pack, including you. So why…?”

Indigo burst into laughter, “I will not say it now; I will let you get married to such a powerful figure, and then I will make sure he humiliates you in front of everyone.” “Why are you doing this?” I asked, hoping Indigo would understand. “Why am I doing this?” Indigo asked and I nodded my head, “Finally, I understood you without any translator,” I was glad she could understand what I was trying to say. Indigo stood up, “Why am I doing this?” She took threatening steps close to me, “I hate the sight of you and I can never let you be happy.” I shut my eyes, why does Indigo hate me so much? What did I ever do to her? “This isn't because your trash of a mother destroyed my Mother's marriage; t

"Why do you treat me like this? If you don't like me, why give me hope? Why touch me? I hate you, I really hate you...!" ***