He Hates It Novels & Stories

he shrugged. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't like this shit? I hate you, and you disgust me. Everything about you is disgusting." "Enough." "I will not stand here and watch you insult me," he closed the distance again. "I have done so many bad things, killed without mercy. But you know what I don't do? Act like an entitled brat, calling someone's sexuality disgusting." "I didn't mean...." "You meant every word, and for the record, I hate you too."

She asks trying to get back his attention and he turns to her. He smiles slightly, "Yeah, I am." "What about you? What do you hate most?" She asks him. He stares at her holding her more tightly as if scared she would disappear if he lets go. "Me?..." He sighs before continuing. "I guess I hate it when things don't go my way. I hate to lose, it makes me go crazy." She nods slowly, "I see."

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

Ethan covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking further. "You caused this, you're too stubborn, woman." "I hate you, Ethan. I regret ever falling for you. I hate the fact that I love you so much I can't hate you." Thea gritted angrily. Ethan held her more tightly to the wall. "What did you just say?." "You heard you," Thea retorted sharply.

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

“Sienna…” There it was again — her name on his lips. Like velvet. Like sin. She hated how it made her pulse race. “Say what you came to say,” she said, crossing her arms tighter. “Because I’m done being confused by you. I work here. I care about Lily. That’s the only line I’m willing to walk.” He moved closer — too close. “But that’s not true,” he said quietly. Her heart stuttered. “Stop,” she whispered.

i said as the both of us laughed. "That tattoo?" She asked pointing to the one on my left shoulder. " what does it mean?" She asked. I looked away " i don't want to talk about it" i said voice more sharp than i had intended. She raised her " I'm sorry" she said. I sighed it waa hard to be angry with her so i finished removing top and fully displayed the tattoo.

Why do I even get A's? I fastened my pace as anger poured through me leaving the two idiots. I don't care anymore. Ugh. I hate my life. I hate how crappy I am. I hate how stupid I am. I hate the weather. The weather seems to feel my swirling emotions right now. I looked up and saw how cloudy it was. I think it might rain. "Oh, what a shitty coincidence! if it isn't Kenny" A female voice said. I looked down and saw a smiling Daniella Sparks. Smiling, as if nothing happened yesterday. As if she didn't yell at me. As if she didn't call me garbage. As if she and James didn't kiss in front of me.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

Ethan Miller stared at me with his eyes full of disgust. Those baby blue eyes that I love so much were now cold and hard. He hated me with all of his beings and was never afraid to let me know. "Faggot," he hissed. He wasn't too creative when it came to name calling that's for sure. "What did I do this time, Ethan?" I tried to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. His handsome face was twisted into a frown. A few students walked by and saw us but didn't say anything. Instead, they stood there and watched from a distance.