Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Hate

the orator said. Unconsciously, Ziniya grabbed Ayaaz’s hand as soon as Kabir stood before the mic, as if seeking his protection. “A warm morning to all,” a deep voice, demanding respect, echoed. Kabir’s narrowed eyes gazed around at the anticipating crowd. “One thing I hate the most is wasting my time on repeating things. So listen carefully.” He looked around the crowd; however, his gaze halted on a particular person before he said, “I expect your 100% commitment, don’t give me a reason to notice you….”

His mere presence was a reminder of the suffering I had endured, the scars etched deep within my soul, each one a testament to his cruelty. "All the hatred, suffering, and pain you made me endure," I continued, my voice trembling with the reservoir of emotions that threatened to spill over, "today, I'll finally give it all back to you but in double." The vow hung in the air, charged with the electricity of my resentment, a vow to reclaim what he had stolen from me—the peace of mind, the innocence lost to his treachery. Our eyes locked in a battle of wills, a tumultuous exchange of animosity and a simmering desire for retribution. Hatred crackled between us, an inferno stoked by years of betr

In the dark, unforgiving recesses of his mind, he swore his own private oath. 'I take you, Seraphina Vance, not to honor, but to break. I vow to strip away that beautiful, serene facade until you feel a fraction of the agony you inflicted on my family. I vow to never grant you my warmth, never grant you your freedom, and never allow myself to feel a single shred of mercy for you.' It was a vow born of pure, blinding vengeance. A completely wrong vow—but as he took the heavy band from the velvet cushion, he had never been more certain of his hatred.

“Swear it, Luna. Renounce the witches. Renounce any claim to Blackthorn blood. Swear loyalty to Volkov alone or step down.” The runes on my manacles burned hotter, as if sensing the moment. I lifted my chin. Blood dripped from my arm onto the sand.I spoke clearly, voice carrying to every tier. “I will not renounce them.” Gasps. Shouts. “I will not disavow the witches Dominic hunted to silence. I will not pretend my blood is not tied to his. And I will not swear loyalty to a pack that would chain me before I even fight.” Elena’s smile vanished. “Then you forfeit…”

My vow settles deep, steady, unshakable. No more tears. No more weakness. No more love. Only war. And in this war, I won’t just win. I’ll make him wish he had never left me alive.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

Adrian Hollingsworth has spent his life maintaining the family's pristine image, but the merger of the Hollingsworth and Wexford empires brings him face-to-face with Theodore Wexford. As their parents' engagement party turns into a battlefield of old rivalries and explosive physical tension, Adrian finds himself drawn to the one man he is supposed to despise—his soon-to-be step-brother.

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

Afraid, she launched a pillow in his direction, but it missed. He was already close. He grabbed her throat violently and slammed her on the duvet. He leaned against her body and whispered in her ear. “I hate your kind, you're nothing but a measly human. Don't feel so special. If you're going to be my wife, I also have my rule. “Never come 10 feet close to me, or your head will roll.” He let go of her and stood straight. Ariel's breath hitched, she was panting hard. She was terrified.