I Hate Men の小説・ストーリー

“The public love your works? I must say they don't appeal for me because they're all about faceless people in dark shades of color.” Now it was her turn to chuckle then quietly she said. “I guess you're sad again, huh? Misery does love company but I'm currently not in misery. I don't think I'll be a good company." “Catherine Hart, your humor is one of a kind.” “You know I've a thing for heavily baggage emo men, right? It's more like a fetish you can say but emotionally damaged men are my thing because they're so dark and mysterious and you're just a sad man, not a bit close to my ideal.”

He asks. "Well, I've spent all these years hating you, to be completely honest," I admit, making him grimace, but nod because he probably expected it, "But... uhm, I spent three years single, not even thinking about dating or meeting someone because I hated you so much that by extension, I hated all men.” "Mhmm, at least something good came out of that," he murmurs, but I roll my eyes.

A unsatisfied grin appeared on his face, thinking how can someone this shameless "You still can figure out what you have done, what is the depth of your sin, I wish you to die, to burn in hell, Jennie..." With limping she went close to him and placed his hand in his face and turned towards him, asked again "Did you really hate me this much...." Her voice bore pain, all he wanted Axel, the one he always craved for and for the one she did everything, and now that in his eyes there was no warmness except hate, Yanking her hand from him , screamed "I hate you Jennie, I hate you that much people can ever take, I want to kill you with my own hand even it didn't consider as a crime but too bad I do

His breaths came in ragged gasps, the tension in the room palpable. Fifteen men stood in a rigid line, their black suits blending into the shadows. Their heads were bowed, avoiding any form of eye contact with Nathan. It was as if they were collectively aware of their own shameful act, their guilt hanging heavily in the air. “You're all useless!” Nathan's voice erupted, filled with frustration and anger. His words echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the silence. “You're all a bunch of fools!” The room fell into a pin-drop silence, the only sound being Nathan's heavy breaths as he clenched his phone tighter. He felt the weight of his impatience, the urgency of

" Of course we are, your irritation over the past few days has been your body reacting to my presence. Amelia had decided to start up the conversation, she knew that Lucinda was on guard against her, so she told her story. "It was so painful as I watched them kill my parents before my very eyes, I guess that why I'm filled with such anger and hatred, it's been affecting you too". I can't even imagine being calm if my parents were killed beforey eyes, I'd probably be filled with anger and hatred as well; Lucinda said. "It's time for you to head back" Your family's worried about you, we will talk later tonight. . . . . Luci wake up! Wake.... Up....!!

Even beat the guy with the microphone hah. They began to argue more and more. "Ahhh! Kyaaahhh!! He's getting close to me! Girl! Hold me or I'll crush my Kian!" I heard the woman next to me on the left scream. I recognized Jannah's voice and knew it wasn't her. What exactly is it? What a pity this lady is! That's why I don't like handsome men because they attract a lot of attention, and you also have a lot of detractors and haters.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

“It’s been 7 years since my Parent parted their ways and Mom still miss my father but I don’t. There’s no point to miss him. He is happy with his new wife and kids. He doesn’t care about us. He doesn’t even know how are we doing but I know everything about him because my mom tells me. She all the time talks about him to me; she still loves him but I hate him. I hate all the men in the World. Men in my life are so disgusting, no matter if my father, my brother, or my boyfriend.”

I started, but she cut me off. “I don’t hate men, Kade.” She looked up at me, her eyes seemingly to suck me into their cold bottomless pits, “Hate is too simple. Hate implies you care enough to feel something. I don’t hate men, Kade.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “I despise them.” Her words were like shards of glass in my chest.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength