I Hate Men Novelas e Histórias

I bet the inside of my stomach is black and blue with all these attacks on me. I hate that it’s women who have to go through this and not men. Damn them with their perfect abs, they get to have the fun with their dicks and it’s us women who suffer. I’m full-term, yet this little Rossi devil doesn’t want to make an appearance. I’m so mad right now. I watch him slick his hair back, his white shirt hangs open, his grey pants hugging those muscular thighs… and that ass… “I hate you.” I growl.

I snap at him as he finished his last statement. I hated the with passion when people came to compare me with my father,it seemed to being out an anger in me that I did not know existed,cause I did not like the man my father turned out to be in all my years of growing up and despite the fact that I could sense the truth in the fact that I was slowing becoming like him,I never liked it pointed out to me. " Deny it all you want Xander,both we both know it's the truth" I hear him say which made me punch my fist in the wall.

“Forget I said that.” He laughed, quiet and wrecked. “I noticed.” “I hate that merchant,” I said into my palms, because humiliation needed somewhere to go. “So do I.” “And I hate Magnus’s men.” “Good,” he said. “Hate keeps you sharp.” I dropped my hands. “What now?”

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

I pressed both hands flat on the desk. My dating history is a disaster because of you. The thought arrived clearly, without warning, and landed harder than the document had. Every man I have ever tried to be close to — I have sabotaged or chosen wrong or left before they could leave me, because you showed me what men do with the people they're supposed to protect. You and the way you treated Mum. I watched it. I was a child and I watched that and somehow called it normal. I hate you, I said, inside my own head. I have hated you for years and you are dead and you are still in every room I walk into.

There’s a part of me that wants to crumble, to let go of this relentless strength that I’ve been forced to rely on. I don’t have the luxury of falling apart. I’ve learned that the hard way. The moment I let myself break, everything will come crashing down, and there won’t be anyone to pick up the pieces. I hate him. I hate all men. They are animals, predators who take whatever they want. He grabs me by the shoulders, his grip firm as he spins me around to face him. His eyes bore into mine.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

“You shouldn’t be crying over such a person. He isn’t worth it. No man deserves your tears.” “I know,” she sniffled. “But I love him.” She lowered her eyes to her thighs. “We sometimes love the wrong ones.” It was like a punch to the gut when she looked at me. “Doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out there who will love us.” I rolled my eyes. What a great motivational speaker. Sophia pushed back her hair with the hand that didn’t have the IV drip inserted into it. “I hate men.” “Welcome to the club.”

Not only that, but I hate you all ! ....