Romans & histoires I Hate Men

Somehow, he felt a little better when he saw that Barbara made herself ugly". However, Jeremy was furious as no man chose Barbara throughout the program. What were they doing? Was there something wrong with these men's eyes? Such a beautiful woman was standing there, yet the men all picked the bad looking ones. They were blind for sure. When Jeremy was cursing at the screen, he forgot that he was like those men before. While Jeremy was protesting on Barbara's behalf, he received a call from David and swore angrily, "Those men are a bunch of jackasses. Are they blind? Barbara should also be ashamed that not a single person picked her. She embarrassed me so much! I'm so pissed off!"

I shook my head. I was too depressed to eat. I turned around, and went to my room. “I am going to end up on the streets for sure, no thanks to that handsome, emerald-eyed jerk, called Phillip Dale!” I thought bitterly. I longed to hate him. I will not let myself down to loving such a disrespectful jerk, but I couldn’t hate him as much as I wanted. Why? Is it because everyone is talking about him? Or because he is too good-looking to be hated? But that's what he deserves.

“I hate men. They don’t care about anyone except themselves. They trap you with their sexiness and make you depend on them. Then they treat you like shit.” “Who are you talking about?” Sabrina asked, surprised by Emma’s outburst. “Who did that to you?” “Oh!” Emma realized she’d said too much. “No one. I mean men in general. They’re just evil and they suck,” she recovered. “Right,” Sabrina said. She knew Emma was lying, but was too wrapped up in her own sorrows to press her. “You’re right. Men are self-centered assholes. They only focus on their stupid best friends and their drama, and just ignore their girlfriends. Best friend, my ass.”

____________________ ~ 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

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

home. “That’s the thing. Okay, just imagine. You’ll call Jonathan, you’ll go over to his place. After a lot of talking, fighting, and maybe flirting. There will be a time when either of you would undress the other one. If you push him away, you’re golden. If you don’t..well..you’re golden, but you’re screwed too.” I sigh and lay myself on the bed, covering my face in frustration. “I hate this. I hate men. I hate love! I fucking hate this life!”

Men who stood behind Selene Hart and never spoke. A loyalist. One of the last. “I won’t hurt her,” the man says, his eyes never leaving mine. If I wanted that, she wouldn’t be standing. “That’s not comforting,” Liam snaps. “I know,” the man replies. But it’s true. I step around Liam before he can stop me. “Ava,” he warns under his breath. I know, I say softly. Then I face the man. My pulse is loud in my ears. Why are you here? I ask him.

Hate is a strong word. And I reserve the use of it for very select individuals. For example, I HATE Brant Jones. I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns. Well, a new name has been added to my hate list. Ryōta Shiraishi has taken the second slot on my list. And he is uncomfortably close to tying Brant as the worst person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. I’d have laid that old man out if I hadn’t wanted to get in trouble at the hospital. He’d get a room of his own.

"We have two days. We can fight and hurt each other or we can try to pass the time and learn about each other." He was crazy. "I asked about her, Ivan. What more can I do? I want to hate you, but I can't. I want to hate Alba, but I can't do that either." His arms tightened at the mention of her name. "I've been hated most of my life. Cold, hateful eyes glaring at me thinking I'm worthless. I lived with it each day and it wasn't just the men. The women hated me too. I deserved their hatred and I'm sure for at least one of my many sins, I deserve yours."