Anger Leads To Hate Novels & Stories

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…."

FINCH. I had been certain I knew what my anger looked like. How hot it ran. What I hadn’t accounted for was how much my bastard friend would worsen it. What Dane did was worse than I’d imagined. A thousand times worse. The kind of worse that deserved a good rearrangement of bones. I had seen many sides of Dane before. The cruelty that he wielded against Aria was unlike anything that I’d seen before. Yes, I’d seen his ruthlessness firsthand when dealing with our enemies, but even that was infantile compared to what I just saw.

I did exactly what they wanted. I stared at the screen, the light reflecting in my eyes. A dark wave of realization washed over me. I had not just thrown away a cheating wife. I had hurt a woman. I had looked into the eyes of the person who had tried to care for me in this cold house and I had called her a bad name. A new kind of anger took hold of me. I clenched the phone hard and the glass cracked. The blood in my veins turned to venom.

"I just saved your ass, and even for someone with a rotten character like yours, I expected you to thank me for it. " My lips turn up in a half-smirk and I fold my arms against my chest. "I'll never thank you for anything, Ford. Never. " "You shouldn't mess around with men like that, Carson. " He responds instead. "Then who should I mess around with? You? I'll pass, jerk face. I don't think that small thing in your pants is capable of satisfying me. " Hatred can be good. With hatred, there's anger and with anger, you can hide your real issues. With anger, you can easily put up on an act. Hating Emerson Ford doesn't only please me; it gives me confidence because the words of an insult thrown

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

If she hadn’t already been seething with anger, this encounter was enough to tip her over the edge. “You’ll all pay.” Mila muttered under her breath as she began gathering her scattered belongings. Her heart pounded with rage and humiliation, but a dark determination glimmered in her eyes, “Every single one of you.”

I started to laugh, then broke down crying. “Is that why you hit me so hard, even now? To take revenge on her again and again? Because I look like her, you think punishing me is punishing her?” His eyes hardened, cold and full of hatred once again. “There’s one thing you’ve forgotten. Punishing the woman you loved—and killed in anger—by beating me won’t work. When you try to convince yourself you’re not a bad person by hurting me, it’s just an excuse. The truth is, you’re just a miserable coward who can’t forget the woman who abandoned you at the first chance. I’m sure you never loved her. More than that, you hated her. That’s why you got rid of me at the start—because I was her part. So pun

he asked softly. Ariadne's heart skipped a beat. She averted her eyes but Xander grabbed her face. "Eyes on me, Angel." Her breathing quickened as she looked at him. "I don’t know... When you were shot.... In that moment, I realized how short life is... to hold grudges... to hate someone forever." she whispered. "I prayed to God to save you. I felt like I had wasted so much time hating you, and if I got another chance, I would correct my mistake. But... I am afraid now..." she said truthfully.

He said as Xander ducked from the new torrents of bullets. "Umm, I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the new guy Flynn." He yelled as Jace got pissed off. He was angry that Xander was thinking about Flynn and fell very jealous. He felt like throttling his best friend and the only way to do that was kill that asshole who was shooting at them. If his timing was right, this was the perfect time to stand up. "Hey asshole" Jace called as he stood up from his cover and the Gunner turned to face him and shoot but found out he has run out of bullets.