Bound By Hatred の小説・ストーリー

But this time I had my mother with me. “Let’s just start,” I sighed as she nodded and walked with me before halting in her steps. “Is anything the matter?” I asked, as she held my cheeks in her hands. “You have to let go of every hatred you have.” “No,” I said, standing my ground. “I’m done letting go of any hatred. He broke me.” “I know, but we are Lycans. Hatred is beneath us.” “You don’t understand.” “But I do. It’s why I want you to drop it.”

When he was done, he picked her up heading back to her room. If someone were to ask him if he likes her now? He would say maybe but that tinge of hate was still there. He could never forgive her mother for what she had done. In some point of his life, he learnt that the sin's of the parent's often moves back to the child. The next morning, magnolia woke up feeling a slight pain in her forehead. She cursed at that damned woman for doing this to her, she touched her forehead as she fell back into bed. She couldn't help but wonder who had helped her dress the wound, if it was Orion...

Timmy put a firm hand on my shoulder, and that was enough to bring me back. “Not here,” he murmured, his voice calm but full of authority. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the growing hatred inside me. My mother was still crying, and I needed to take care of her. But one thing was clear, this day would not end without KJ feeling the weight of my hatred. I promised myself that I wouldn't rest until I made KJ pay and I wouldn't fail. The touch on my shoulder came lightly, but the impact was like a bolt of lightning. The unmistakable scent of mint and leather alerted me before I even heard the low, deep voice.

Evelyn The car ride to Alessio's estate was silent. He sat beside me, his gaze fixed on the window as the city lights blurred past. I kept my hands clenched in my lap, my nails digging into my palms to keep myself grounded. The weight of his threat still hung in the air, suffocating me. "Don't think about running. If you do, I'll make sure your father pays the price." His words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the power he held over me. I wanted to hate him, to scream at him, to demand answers. But the fear in me paralysed me.

After all how can I hate you when you have given me this beautiful emotion called love? Hate can never cross the boundary of love. “You don’t deserve my hatred.” I whisper, tightening the hold of our fingers. He said nothing for few moments, simply kept his eyes closed. “I have no one Mayra. If you will also hate me like...Never mind.” He added in a flat tone and that’s when I noticed the twitching of his lips slightly into painful smirk. Hate him like everyone? What? I knitted my eyebrows and brought his palm near my heart.

I had allowed myself, in the very private parts of myself I do not show anyone, to feel something that resembled hope. Luna Jane. I do not want to, but it finds me in the quiet of this cave, and I cannot always chase it back out. That was not rumor, not gossip; that was something I witnessed with my own eyes more than once: the specific, bone-deep hatred of a woman who had been trapped too long beside someone who does not see her. She hated Alpha Darius in a way that was quiet and total, with nowhere to go. No, hating someone and killing them are not the same country; they are not even the same continent. I know what it is to hate someone you are also afraid of, and that kind of hate makes y

I never knew I will become incomplete in the absence of you. I know our bond is fake but the feelings for you in my heart is true. ♡SRINITHI PARKER♡ I hate you, words are not enough to describe how much I hate you. Ever since you walked into my life, I’ve always been sad and blue with your malicious plan. You took all my family and happiness away from me. You made me the caged bird of yours. Now, I have nothing but hatred from the deepest of my heart.

"You killed Seth. Destroyed my kingdom. Marked me against my will. I should hate you." "You do hate me." His hand slid into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands. "I can feel it through the bond. That hatred burns almost as bright as the want." "Then why " "Because hate and want aren't mutually exclusive." He pulled me closer until our lips were a breath apart. "Because this bond between us doesn't care about should or shouldn't. It just is." He was giving me a choice. I could pull away, maintain the distance we'd been carefully preserving. Could remember all the reasons this was wrong and destructive and impossible.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it. It was whether we would destroy each other in the process.

Then it was gone, replaced by the coldness she knew too well. “You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. “I’m not dead yet.” Lucy’s lips parted, but no words came. The sound of his voice, low, ruined, cut through her chest like glass. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Because in that moment, she realized: this was what hatred did. It didn’t just destroy others. It consumed the one who carried it. She swallowed hard, the taste of tears thick in her throat.