Animosity Novels & Stories

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

he growled, his voice dripping with anger. She let out a dismissive scoff and rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with confidence. "Oh please, Austin. We both know deep down that is not true. You can't hate me, no matter how hard you try. A wolf can not hate its own mate, even if it's with someone else." She shot me a glare, making it clear that she despised me. I could feel her animosity towards me, but little did she know, I felt the same way about her. I never liked her, and when I found out about her and Austin, my dislike turned into pure loathing. Samaria doesn't deserve him, he deserves someone far better.

My anger surged, rendering me impervious to any attempt at mediation. In that moment, my fury overshadowed any desire for a peaceful resolution—I was prepared to confront Ava head-on. I was so mad I didn't want anything that would stop me from tearing Ava apart if that's what I had to do to get some semblance of respect into her head. The intensity of my emotions clouded reason, and the prospect of confrontation loomed large. Alana's well-intentioned intervention faltered in the face of my seething rage, and the room became a battleground for a clash between resentment and the desperate pursuit of understanding.

Pissed off with her girlfriend for having plotted behind her back with her enemy, Ana had rebuffed her friend for the past two days giving her the cold treatment. Should she break the antagonism between them? Her ego was not allowing her to make the first step, especially not after the malicious gossip ingrained in her brain. When she spotted Aimee near the coffee machine, the latter did not even spare a glance her way, which irritated Ana even more. Where the hell was all that concern she was displaying only two days ago when she was supposedly worried for her career?

He says to his brother. "I know," he grumbled. "So we cool?" He asks his brother. "We cool," Luca says dabbing his brother. "So the plates ha," he says looking at his kitchen floor. "Yeahh," he drags, rubbing the back of his neck. "It just happened." It wasn't the first time he had done this, he tends to take out his anger on objects. "Well, I'm going to work," he says looking at the time. "Yeah, I'm not coming in today," Luca says running his hand through his hair.

Aiden remarked. You should stay away from me, your sight disgust me," Emine uttered with a mixture of anger and revulsion in her eyes. Her very presence filled Aiden with shock, as he struggled to comprehend her use of the word 'disgust.' It was clear that she held a deep despise for him. Taking a deep breath, Aiden chose to walk away, accepting the possibility that he might bear some responsibility for this animosity. Determined to uncover the truth, he made a solemn vow. Suprisenly, the moment he laid eyes on Emine, all the hatred he once felt for her dissipated. His feelings toward her had transformed into something inexplicable, leaving him at a loss for w

Throwing his body into his seat, he slammed the car door, the metal smashing against itself with a forceful bang. His nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Ire burned like acid through his veins. It flooded out of him with a forceful yell, his fist smashing against the car door. The knuckles of his other hand whitened as he clenched the steering wheel. His throat grew raw, his hollering growing hoarser and hoarser as he continued to scream, continued to pummel his surroundings. He heard the crack of plastic as the door casing splintered, the screen on the dash fragmenting, and yet he continued. He lashed out at anything around him until he felt his energy slowly slipping away,

The little one was quiet, too quiet, and a fresh wave of panic, hot and sharp, threatened to overwhelm me. But beneath the fear, an emotion began to burn hotter than anything else. Hatred. For Julian. For his stupid arrogance, his petty ambition, his gut-wrenching betrayal. For Silas. For his monstrous, twisted vengeance, his casual cruelty, his unforgivable crimes. For their arrogance in thinking I would break. That I would simply lie down and wait for my death, for Calix's death, for the death of all my hopes and dreams.

he said. I turned back, watching the smile on his lips grow wider ‘That’s it!’ I walked towards him, my blood boiling with anger. “Repeat what you just said” the anger in my blood rising as I gritted my teeth, “Amelia will be mine..I’ll take her away from you” he said once more. “I’m warning you Festus!” I yelled, holding him by the collar. “What are you gonna do? Huh?! Kill me, just like you killed him?” He asked.

Antonio then brushed past Ernesto, muttering, "Next time, keep your family out of your messy business." Ernesto just stood there, head tilted, watching Antonio walk past him toward where Camila and Alberto were sitting. He was speechless, unable to argue as much as he wanted to. This deep-seated hatred, this burning anger Antonio had for him, it wouldn't just vanish, would it? There was clearly no respect left, and with each passing day, it only seemed to get worse. Nothing Ernesto did seemed to change Antonio's animosity toward him.