Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"

She looked like she was ready to pull away. “Do you hate me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. I never cared about who hated me. Never cared about being liked. The list of people who hated me was long, and I accepted it. But her? For some reason, I couldn’t accept the idea of her hating me. Not her, her hate being directed at me made my body twist A dark, twisting feeling gripped me "You hate me" I corrected the words bitter on my tongue, why was I feeling this way

I hate you, because I hurt you. I hate you, because you give me the access to hurt you. I hate myself more, because I hate you so much to hurt you. I hate you, because you make me hate myself for hating you so much to hurt you. I hate you, because anger is everywhere, It owns me, runs through every of my damn cells whenever ever we cross paths. Why? Because you give me mixed feelings. I hate you, yet you're everywhere.

It should be reeking and making me gag. And yet. “yeah. You tell everyone who would listen to you, which is every one, that you hate me. You have made it your goal to hate me, and I still have no idea why you even hated me in the first place before we met. We didn’t know each other.” “do I need a valid reason to make you jump out of this rooftop all by yourself?” “What?” “do I?”

She even had a better car than me, I hate her, I hate her so damn much. And now... I find she's also the writer of my favorite books! Fuck this! Fuck everyone, I hate my damn life. "Why did it have to be you? Out of the millions of people in this whole fucking world, why did it have to be you? You know how much I despise you? It wasn't enough for you to come back to town and steal Logan, and my friends, my lifestyle, now you have to steal my joy for reading? I hate you, Sophie Patterson. I fucking hate you!" I yelled my lungs out, unaware cameras were rolling, filming, and snapping pictures of me and Sophie.

he called as he walked in "What do you want?" "I was worried" he said "Why will you be worried? You probably hate me" I said "Why will I ever hate you?" he asked "Well I said..... I said horrible things to you" "If only I could really hate you Brianna, that would have been great because I know you can never love me as I love you and it's probably best to hate you but I can't, I can't bring myself to hate you" he said "You......you love me?" I stuttered

I need to sleep this whole thing off. I shut my eyes, and soon, I was drifting into dreamland. **** [Flashback] I think there are some people destined to hate you in life, and there is nothing you can do to make them love you. Nothing. Sometimes I ask myself 'Why?' over and over again, trying to understand the reason for that hatred but there seems to be no reason that can be pointed out. The hatred is just natural. That was my theory from high school about hatred. "Virgin girl" I heard someone utter that name as I stepped into the class.

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.