Anger Leads To Hate Novels & Stories

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

Chris hesitated. Jonathan's eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into Chris's soul. His voice, laced with controlled anger, sliced through the air carefully trying not to wake Hazel up, “Chris, time is a luxury we can't afford. In our world, every moment is a vulnerability. Hazel needs protection, and the sooner we formalize this arrangement, the better." Chris sighed, torn between loyalty to his friend and empathy for Hazel's fresh wounds, “I get it, Jonathan, but you can't ignore the grief she's drowning in right now. Pushing this on her so soon... it could backfire. We don't want her to resent us."

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”

"From the moment you peeked at me when I was peeing, I wanted to kill you. Anger and hatred is also a kind of feeling." Evangeline's smile froze on her face.

“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