Novel & Cerita Anger Leads To Hate

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

furious eyes. Hence, Mango was extremely confused and she was caught off guard by Madam Hans' sudden anger.? "Even if my mom was taking a risk, it was all under my control. I don't understand why you hate me so much!" "You're asking me why? You've driven your mother away! She's been through so much, and God knows whether or not she'll survive this blow. Even though she didn't raise you, she did bring you to this world, right? How could you treat Andrea like this even if it's on your mother's behalf? Andrea is so frail and kind, but look what you've done!"

“It’s your refusal to tell me your thoughts, feelings and to trust in me to disclose your plans, that makes me angry with you.” “Anger, hatred.” He gestured dismissively. “Very little difference.” Different levels of the same emotion. “Much difference.” She argued. “Anger is momentary. Hatred is forever.” “Not true.” He gave her the burn of his stare again. “My anger has seethed forever. And will likely go on for an eternity.” Anger is what I do best. “Would you ever let it go?” “To be with you?” “Yes…” *** “In a heartbeat. But it wouldn’t be what you want. Not what you think. I’m an animal. I thrive on consuming other animals. I fight, I hunt, I kill. And I feel nothing while I’m doing it.”

Either that or I shut down my emotions until there was no point in feeling them anymore. Anger. Hatred. Resentment. All of that made me believe that I could do something about the insurmountable grief from my mother's death and from losing the life I used to have. I thought, who could blame me? The grief was inescapable, and there was just no way around it. But the anger that pushed me to victory had also damaged the people and things I love. It made me forget who and what mattered. So, I refuse to spiral into it again because the people I love deserve to have me without all that hatred.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

I've learnt that anger is a good catalyst when you want your enemy to talk or just anyone in particular. "You think he's not going to want me because of that? Bitch, please. Nate has killed even more people than I have." Nate moved forward, most likely to stop her from talking but I blocked his way. I don't care if he has killed anyone or several people before. I'm not here for that and that's none of my business. I don't even want to think about it anymore.

Is he going hungry? I press my hand flat against the paper, right over the expanse of white. "You idiot," I hiss. "You absolute, catastrophic moron." The anger helps. It burns hotter than the grief. I focus on it. I feed it. He left me. He chose to leave. He looked at me, at us, and decided it wasn’t enough. He decided that his shame was heavier than his oath to stay. I should hate him. Strategically, it’s the only viable option. Hate is a clean fuel. It drives the engine. Grief is sludge, it clogs the gears.

He could never have imagined that Duke's mother had not framed his son, but rather his son had framed Duke's mother. Hunter lost his temper in anger. It is no secret to anyone that anger is a terrible disease and a silent killer in human life. The destructive power of anger is very extensive. Anger has the power to cause great harm to people physically, mentally, and socially. An angry person does not what is right and what is wrong. Therefore, he can cause any accident. And he can also harm himself in anger. For this, an angry person is called worse than an animal. "Dad, this bastard is lying. Believe me, he is lying. He is doing this to create a rift between you and me. Dad, you know he ha

I replied simply. The silence between us thickened. His anger was like a storm pressing against the walls. "And Angela?" His voice cracked slightly, softening with something heavier than anger. "She’ll be devastated when she finds out." "Angela is not a child," I said evenly. "I was bound to marry sooner or later." But I understood his fury. Angela was his sister. My childhood companion. My lover. Too many nights, she and I had met in secret, tangled together under the moonlight and whispered promises she thought were real. I had never given her hope for marriage, never believed in permanence when it came to women.

He replied walking away and refusing to turn back despite my screams and rants. "I'm the best fucking company you can ever have or hope to have because you're so...so...annoying." By the time I was done speaking, I was out of breath and Aaron had already taken off in his car. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so angry, but Aaron had a way of always pissing me off and bringing out the worst in me. I couldn't stand him and I hated myself for it. Still, I wasn't about to let him have the last word and have me feeling like a fool so I wasn't in control of myself when I practically ran to my car shoved the key into the ignition and turned.