Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

I scoffed, although the words slowly, but deeply cut into my heart. “I don't mind, but I'd make sure to see your disgraceful end.” He sneered. Why was he so adamant? Even now, I wondered why the man hated me so much. It seems as though he has known me all his life, and has hated me within every second of it. “Why do you hate me so much?” I finally managed to ask. “Because I loathe girls like you, who find every means to crawl their ways into the hands of powerful men.”

he stuttered, confusion creeping in. Frustration bubbled up inside me FUCK it! That means that motherfucker is blackmailing Zayden too. I rubbed my face in disbelief. "So why the hell are you trying to kill my sister? She loves you! Can’t you see that?" I shouted, and he flinched at my tone.

The stupidly, arrogant bastard. I got my test results back and as expected, I’d failed the test. Now, I have no other choice than to work extra hard to not fail this course. How convenient. My day was going way smoother than I had expected. It had all been roses and sunshine since I stepped out of the house this morning. ~~~~~ “I hate him, I hate every inch of him and now I’m dealing with this predicament because of him!” I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the house and slammed the door shut behind me.

I smiled bitterly, what's not to believe about that, it's the truth anyway. He hated me, my parents hated me. I hate myself, everyone hates me. What else could I expect? No one ever wants to accept me in their lives. It's my destiny to be hated by everyone, that's not new to me. It's always like this, same old shit.

“You seem awfully obsessed with my blood, Zara. Are you sure it’s me you hate, and not the fact that I’m standing where you wanted to?” Her lips thinned. “You think this is about jealousy? Please. I could never envy what you are, a charity case draped in gold.” “Funny,” I said, tilting my head. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’re still begging for scraps of his attention.”

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 said with a cold angry tone. “Why? Why do you hate me so much?”. I stopped in my tracks at her question. Why do I hate her so much? She hasn't even done anything wrong to me. And it's not her fault that she ended up in my bed, she was sold to me by her parents. “You just called me a heartless demon lord. That's what I am, and I do not have a heart. The more I see you, the more the hatred grows”.

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.