Anger Leads To Hate Novels & Stories

"Damn him'' I curse when I see a bright red spot on my neck in my reflection of the glass of the exit door. Taking my steps back with a deep breath and anger I walked back to the previous room and now I was standing in front of a punching bag taking out the unfairness of that day and today. I kept on continuously boxing with a bag till my mussels started feeling worked. His smirking face flashed in front of my eyes, making me angry. With a last powerful blow, I stopped my boxing while taking out my gloves and throwing them on the floor. I grabbed my water bottle to drink cool liquid which may be successful in extinguishing a fire burning inside me. It was not working so I drank more water w

I say firmly over the phone, hoping that she would be able to do just as I said. " Alright sir" I hear her say while confusion laced in her voice as she spoke, probably wondering why I sounded so angry,but did not dare bother to ask me. " But wait a minute,you can make Andrew an exception though " I say as I angrily disconnected the line,without even waiting to see if she had anything to say,and I honestly did not seem to care. I clenched my fist hard,as I tried if it was possible for it to make the built up anger building inside me depreciate.

I'm so certain of that. Ander wants to say more but I jump on him, pushing the both of us to the ground. There are students around, but a distance apart. They won't see my actively trying to kill my brother. Rage, not anger. Pure rage fills my blood veins. I hate him, I hate myself. I even hate Angie for dying.

I angrily cut her off again before she could finish what she was saying. I don't know what is really wrong with me these days, I easily get angry for no reason. I'm sure that even the maid was as shocked as I was, I didn't expect to burst at her like that. This hormones is badly killing me a lot these days, I don't know how to stop it. I hate it when I bark at people unnecessarily. I've started to see my self as Aryan who shout at people for no reason.

Luca They say there's a fine line between love and hate: you cannot live with one without the other. You can only walk one line with the other mimicking parallel. In some instances, you have to make those who love you hate you. And vice versa, those who hate you love you, and I wholly believe that. But there's a fine line between rage and freight that interconnects with the love and hate you feel for someone. The rage that comes from the anguish of actions made by others toward a person of interest is one of the most potent emotions to arise from loving or hating someone.

The King had summoned me to his study probably to talk about the wedding. “I thought you need to see the CCTV on the Carnival,” said my right-hand man. “I don't think there's any reason to see it,” I said dismissing him with a flick of my eyes. He cleared his throat, hesitating. “It was Mendez,” I stiffened, my fingers had paused on buttoning my dress shirt as I passed a hand over my face, suddenly feeling exhausted. In my world people who bore hatred in their hearts are different from the people who were just angry. Hatred could be decisive, driving someone into the edge where black and white meet. While anger was mainly driven by fear.

Aria added and this time, I got a lot angrier than I was a minute ago. “If I’m staying, then I’m fucking going to make them feel the same hurt like I am. They have to suffer like they have made me suffer. There’s no way I’m going to take this lightly.” My words to her – not necessarily directed at her – were full of hate. I was too angry to think about anything else other than from revenge. And I was going to make sure I got just that.

“I don’t want to.” He turns me fully around, “When my dad lost the company and my mum left, I told myself I hated her. I convinced myself she abandoned us because we were not shiny enough anymore.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “I carried that anger like a badge of honor. I thought it made me strong, I thought it meant I had standards. The truth is, it hollowed me out. I missed out on birthdays and a lot of other things. Anger feels powerful and righteous, you may think you’re punishing the person who hurt you but what you are really doing is keeping the wound open and feeding it. By doing that, you give them space in your head rent free.”

The mind link. Yes, but I am not bonded to him. It would seem you are. He despises me. And I… well, I don’t hate him, but we are enemies. I should hate him. He wants me dead, but it is my fault for his anger. Hate… anger can be as strong a bond as affection. Aria thought for a moment. A bond through anger. She’d never heard of such a thing. And us?

______________________________________________________________________ 💜Daniel💙 I'm very fast to anger. I've got the worst temper and everyone always criticize me of it. Except for my dad who I took it from, and my manager who says it's good for me to be able to charge at my opponent. Anyway, little things make me angry. But usually I get amused when I see Agnes threatening girls because of me. I find it as entertainment, seeing her fight so much for something she can never get. I should have known that she was going to come after Unugwa.