Anger Leads To Hate Novels & Stories

Then, he bowed and left. The man leaned back on the recliner, his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze darkened. "Very soon, I'll ruin your life and your family's lives. I'll make you all pay for what you have done to my family." He took a sip of wine beside him and sighed deeply.

I can’t promise, I already agreed on Kyrie to send us home tomorrow. “Baby, you know… hating someone is not good for you,” I said in a calm voice. “Why not?” Kiara asked with his eyes looking so confused at me right now. “Well, because… Hate can one day turn into anger and feeling so much anger can make us a bad person.” I didn’t know if I explained it well to my daughter but it was the best shot I could give. "Anger too much anger can lead us to hurt someone, even the people who are close to us. And we don't want that, right?"

I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands. … On our way back, I sat in the passenger seat and suddenly noticed a sticker on the seat. It said "Exclusive Seat for My Wife". I immediately found it disgusting. Theo wasn't a romantic person. Once, I wanted to hang a handmade ornament in the car, yet he thought that it would block his view while driving. So I knew that he wouldn't buy something as childish as this. It would definitely be Tiffany's purchase if it weren't his. "What do you think of it? Do you like it?" Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove.

Adrian's first smile that had made my heart race. Then darker images. The rejection. The execution vote. The hunters chasing us through rain and darkness. She was angry. So angry. At everyone who had hurt us. And that anger was feeding the power. Making it unstable. Making control harder. I know, I thought. I am angry too. But Dante is right. If we let rage guide us, we will destroy ourselves along with our enemies. My wolf sent back defiance. They deserved destruction. Deserved to feel the pain they had inflicted.

"Because of anger, hate... love. To defend the credence.... To protect what is theirs?" "Are you asking or telling me?" Sethlzaar frowned. "I'm telling you." "You're right, but the question is not why, but why." The man took another bite. "Love. Anger. Hate. These are secondary, and surmountable to being unimportant. Men fight because there is something they want that will not be given to them. So they take it. The avenger wants the life of whoever has wronged him, and his enemy wants to stay alive."

I stared at him, feeling happy with his display of anger. I loved the way he got so riled up when he thought about Aiden. That was the type of anger I loved to feed on. The kind of anger that makes someone do anything in a desperate need to get back at who offended them and right now, he was walking into my trap. He was the easiest among all the Elders of the council. He had a personal vendetta against Aiden. If someone was to give him a knife right now to stab the Beta, he wouldn't second guess it.

“Finlay,” Anger, hate, rage. That’s all I feel right now. I would be hesitant to leave with Ash right now, with how angry I am. I am most definitely going to need a run, or something, to work this anger off before I blow up on an underserving pack member. “When?”

'Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. The best fighter is never angry.' ❤️❤️❤️ A Man Called Storm (Part 1) ❤️❤️❤️ Both the Empress and her two sons were up to their feet, staring at the bloody tooths scattered on the floor.

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

"I won't be responsible for that. I won't be another person who breaks you." Elena couldn't speak. The anger that had been burning through her veins was still there, but it had transformed into something more complicated. Something that hurts worse than simple rage. "You should have told me," she finally said. "I know." "You should have asked." "I know." "You can't just make decisions about my life without…."