Anger Leads To Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

______________________________________________________________________ 💜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.

"You understand that they are hurt, but why are you mad at them?" ''I don't know... I don't understand either, Mom... It's just... It's just... I will be crushed if I don't do it,'' Anindira said, her body trembling. Exactly as Harry expected, the willingness and anger that came together affected Anindira's psychological state. Naturally, her brain signaled defense of the problem she was experiencing. This can be regarded as one of the survival instincts of a human being, because she is unable to bear the burden of sadness in her heart. Anindira tries to survive by hating because that is what keeps her excited for now.

I let out a soft sarcastic chuckle, “Or maybe it’s our own fault that the blessing was taken away from us.” “...” There was silence between our exchange of words, “Maybe,” He said as he looked at the sky, “Most likely.” He looked back at me, “But still, the hate filled actions always have a reason, may it be a very stupid one.” I half closed my eyes as I smiled a broken smile, “Yes… There’s always a reason.” I sighed, “And perhaps, this is my karma, for creating that reason.” “Why?” He asked. “Because the hate Angela had for me wasn’t baseless.” I gulped, “It wasn’t something stupid either.”

“Cold Alphas are more dangerous than angry ones.” I just nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak. The truth was, under all the hurt and rage, I had figured something out. Not that I wanted to admit it, but I knew it was true... hatred would eat me alive faster than just giving in ever could. Hatred had already chewed up Ethan and spat him out. It made me say things I shouldn’t have, ask questions I wasn’t supposed to. My hatred for him burned hot, sure, but it always burned me first.

.Walking and breathing in the fresh air helps my anger dissipates most times and I needed to stay off anything that would trigger my anger. I was doing just fine until this morning, I couldn't believe that she would say that to me. I mean we have been through lots of stuff, and now she finds it hard to tell me about her nightmares all because of a silly reason. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I kicked a pebble that is in my way so hard that I feared it might have hit someone. Annalia‘s parents disgust me, I understand that they lost their so-called ‘favourite’ daughter a few years back but that doesn't give them the right to treat the other one like a piece of garbage. Do not

Aria’s voice trembled with a mix of frustration and heartbreak, her fists clenching tightly around her mug. The anger flared up in her chest like a wildfire, consuming her thoughts as she recalled the betrayal that had shattered her trust. She hated how Norman’s deceit had cast a shadow over her family’s happiness and left her questioning the very foundation of their relationships. In that moment, she felt the urge to protect her loved ones, to shield them from the kind of pain she had endured, and a new determination began to build within her.

Amira's Point Of View I BELIEVE that it is better to give love than hatred. Someone once told me that if you have anger in your heart, you're just like a murderer. You will never sleep peacefully at night and most of all, it will be emotionally heavy for you.

Yet, doubt lingered in the recesses of my mind, refusing to be silenced. But then, something else overwhelmed me—a consuming hatred. It was a fiery emotion that blazed through my veins, eclipsing any flicker of doubt that remained. The thought of a child being torn away from her father, subjected to unimaginable suffering, ignited a fury within me that I couldn’t suppress. In that moment, I dispelled my doubts, allowing the flame of anger to guide my actions. Hatred had taken hold, and it clouded my judgment. All I could see was the injustice, the heart-wrenching agony that Aron had endured.

“Forgive me, for hurting you every time, with my actions.” “Even I couldn’t understand, how much hatred I have for others, only until this incident happened. When they did that with me, I couldn’t control my anger at all.” “I just felt like an evil witch who only knows how to destroy and nothing else.” “I just feel….so angry for no reason at all.” “There’s a reason. You deserve to become angry. They are the ones who stole your hard work in the first place. You have all the right to get angry. No need to worry.”

The word feels too small, too simple for what I feel. I don’t know if I hate Fiona. I hate what she did. I hate the way she lied, the way she tore Angela apart piece by piece, the way she twisted everything to fit her own selfish reality. I hate that I let it happen, that I ignored the warning signs, that I convinced myself she would never go that far. I hate that Angela had to pay the price for my blind loyalty. I take a slow breath before answering. “No. I don’t hate her.”