Hatred Novels & Stories

the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

Someone who attended strategic meetings regularly. He looked up at me with hatred burning in his eyes. “You are a disruption to the established order.” I stepped forward slowly. “My existence threatens corruption.” His lips curled. “Your power will attract wars.” “Wars were already coming,” I replied calmly. “Because of people like you.” He attempted to stand but the creature appeared behind him instantly. Its massive claw pressed down on his shoulder. Immobilizing him. The battle finally ended. Silence returned to the chamber. Smoke filled the air.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

" Xavier replied with a mesmerizing face. "I really wanna meet this lady now" replied, the elder brother. "Eh? What do you mean" Xavier quickly said, looking at his elder brother with a wary expression. "Chill bro, I can't fight with you over a woman talkless of snatching her." "You're as arrogant as ever" Xavier replied. "Hehe. it's not arrogance, it's called "confidence" the elder brother replied with contempt written all over his face. "Confidence my ass" Xavier retorted

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.

“Would it be wrong if I thought he was dead? I’ve been holding myself back for so long not to make my grudge grow. I want to rip their throats out.” Terrence chuckled. “How did my little wolf rip the human’s neck?” “You think I dare not do that?” I asked annoyed. “I doubt that, mate. You can’t tear someone apart with a vengeance that overwhelms you.” “Why so? Isn’t it precisely a person’s great hatred that can become uncontrollable?” I asked then. “It will only hurt yourself, like yesterday.”

Now this face was a weapon. Revania traced her lips with a fingertip and whispered coldly to the woman in the mirror: “If I cannot have Argan’s heart…” Her eyes hardened, flames of hatred swirling behind them. “…then I will make sure he loses everything he holds dear.” For a moment, she stood still, breathing slowly, feeling the hatred settle deep inside her bones. It soothed her—more than love ever had. Hatred was easy. Hatred was fuel. Hatred made her strong.

Tyler said. "For real bro?" Liam asked again to confirm. "Shut up!"Tyler called the waitress and ordered a drink. "It's so better here. My house now irritate me." "Really,all because of a girl?" Liam asked while checking out a girl in a pencil jeans and sleeveless top. "Yes. She has this annoying aura. Whenever I see her I get pissed immediately. Tyler explained. "I once read a book. it says you fall in love with the person you hate the most." Liam said.