Why I Hate My Mother Book Novels & Stories

He seemed taken aback for a moment but he soon recovered as he instantly held me in his arms, patting my back as if I was the most fragile thing in the world. "I hate vampires." I spoke as my mind went back to the two who hurt my mother. I clenched his shirt in my fists as I cried. "I hate them. I hate them. I hate them." "Why, flower?" Daniel asked as he pressed his lips to my hair and continued patting my back as I cried my heart out into his shirt. "They... they killed my mother." I said, as I let go of him and looked at him in the eye as I continued, " They killed her right in front of my eyes. And... and, I couldn't even do anything except hide. I hate them."

This man knows no limitation and I'm afraid I fell very hard that I couldn't anymore lift my legs to move. “I'm serious,” I almost whisper, almost that my breath felt like taken away from me. “Please...” I plead like a bitch that lose its dignity and couldn't afford to lose more. The feeling that brought was kind of strange for me, it was so far from what I'm expected. It suddenly occur to me the shocking reality and my eyes brimming to tears. “I...don't want to be like mother,” my voice conflicted and I fell to the deepest of my thought. What's with my mother that my mind tells me to continously hate and felt hatred?

Cause I just found myself slowly getting drawn with the feelings I felt for him and I also know that there's no turning back. "I hate my Dad for hurting my Mom. I hate how my Mom stayed with him even though she's hurting. I hate how my Mom refused to go on with her life because of the too much pain my Dad has caused her. I hate the fact that my Mom believed in love and yet, it's the reason why she's gone." Maze said with great resentment and I just looked at him while still holding on to his hand tightly. Not planning to let go of it in any time soon.

I always hear that I resembled my Mom. I hate it. I have grown hatred towards my mother. She left us and now she suddenly appeared and took Dad. What kind of a mother is she?! “You mean?” Cris trailed off. I nodded. “Yes. She could be alive.”

I thought to gave it a try, if she will feel even a bit uncomfortable I will stop then and there. I traced the longest scar on her back as the images were imprinted in my mind since last night and asked, "Muffin, who did this?" "My mother." I would have never thought a mother could be this merciless. I had presumed it had to do something with David her but here I was wrong. I hate her mother from the bottom of my heart and with passing days and gut-wrenching revelation, my hatred was increasing. I have never hated anyone this much before. My men are working to find who was the woman muffin fainted looking at at the airport and as soon as they find her I will make sure to make her suffer that

DYLAN XAVIER Unlike the last time I came here, the room was dimly lit or maybe it was just my senses deceiving me, having stayed in the dark for too long. I stared fixedly at mother as she kept up with her accusations, her eyes held something that was far from love or empathy… There was no compassion, only hatred. How could a mother hate her own son this much? I let my mind wander into the past. How much of a failure I was and how I could never overcome the shadows of my long dead father.

The other one screamed and the students gasped. I hate my mother. She's the one person that I'll never forgive even if it means burning in hell. To be compared with that snake, to be seen as the daughter of the demon that almost took everything away from me. It clouds my senses with bitterness and fury. I wanted to rip her skull apart and scream into her brain that I was not my mother. I'll never be my mother. I'll die before I become my mother.

Bitterness and resentment join the anger, swirling around my chest like a maelstrom. “You’ll have to ask her. Willow, until my dying day, I’ll blame myself for never helping you…never protecting you against that monster. Mother wrote me when she was pregnant with you. After Angelica, she vowed that she was done having babies for Daniel – but he raped her…and here you are.” I’m not even surprised to hear my father raped my mother. Why wouldn’t he? He never took no as an answer from anyone. “Is that why she hates me?”

I don't think I can finish unpacking today. I threw my body on the bed. I feel like a lot of years are already subtracted from my life. I still can't figure out how I will live from now on. What I hate the most keeps on coming for me. "Why did you left me behind Mom? I don't want this life anymore." I whispered to the air. Once again, my tears began flowing out of my eyes. I miss my mom. Why? That's the word that I almost hear from everybody, even my family. Why I ended up being like this? Why I ended up hating boys, treating them as if they were insects.

She glanced at her mother, who caught a glimpse of it. "M-m-mom what you do?" It's a long sentence, and the one Cheryl once threw at her mom. In front of her, the mature woman turned her gaze towards the girl who was all grown up and very much like herself. "Making drink." Only that. Hearing the naive answer from her mother, Cheryl immediately ran to her room. When she tries to open up and familiarize herself with her mother, but it's hard, like splitting the ocean. "I hate myself, I'm an unlucky child! I regret being born into the world. Mom hates me. Until when she will accept me?" Cheryl tucked her head into the pillow and cried her best.