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Thinking of her, he walked into the house again, not paying attention to the woman behind him. Looking at his figure, she said to the man holding the medicine box beside her: “Do you think hatred is so easy to let go of? I still haven’t forgotten my sister’s death that year.” “He’s right, you should let go of hatred. It’s not easy for you these past few years.” “I didn’t hate them that much, but they deliberately framed Atlas and paralyzed both of his legs, torturing him for a year. If I hadn’t come to find him, what do you think would have happened to him?”

But there were a lot of things to worry about. The chance of them getting a divorce was very low. First of all, his mother. making Selene hate her will be difficult. Selene is not just the Luna of Red Dawn pack for a reason. She is extremely smart. She had a lot of ways to resolve the issue but she chose marriage, which only means she already liked Emily. But Tyler wasn't that worried about that. He doesn't doubt Emily's ability to be disliked.

He was fighting an instinct she didn’t understand—a hunger that went far beyond the brutality of war. “Hatred is a dangerous fuel, Freya. It burns the one who carries it before it ever reaches the enemy,” he murmured, his hand now sliding to her throat—not to choke, but to feel the fragile humanity beneath his thumb. “You say you hate me, but I see the way you look at me. There’s a fire there that doesn’t come from anger.”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

What he felt for them all that moment was hate and one thing about when he hated was the fact changed his entire make-up and how he would see them from henceforth, hate made him reckless till gradually it suffocated every bit of emotions he had for them. He never let himself hate for that reason because once he did he didn't know how to control it. But right now, he could say he hated something. He hated the Eastern Colony and the fact they were trying to make him feel like a fool. Hatred fucking burned deep inside his heart and he could feel every bit of it,it felt like he was getting punched in the guts, and being stabbed over and over again. "What do you have to say about all this?" F

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

I was not angry but a feeling that I could easily refer to as hatred filled me up just before I could feel nothing anymore. That was the trigger, the hate. Like anybody would in an instance of pain, say a very hot object lands on one's skin, hate consumes one's entire thought process, leaving room for no other thought or emotion. I became immediately unable to think of anything but Riana Park and not in a good way.

"How can you look at me without hatred?!" Elara reached up with a soft hand, wiping the rain and tears from Evelyn’s pale cheeks. Her green eyes were clear, radiant, and filled with an unshakeable inner light. "Because hatred is a trap, Evelyn," Elara answered quietly, her deep voice carrying the authority of a true queen. "Lydia let hatred consume her until she became a monster. Charlie let bitterness destroy his mind. I will not let their poison steal my humanity. You are my family, Evelyn. You were terrified, and fear makes good people do desperate things."

“Perhaps. Yet even I never heard his thoughts as you do. That bond is new… dangerous.” Mira frowned. “Bond? You mean this voice-thing?” Seraphina’s image flickered. “It is a curse that binds souls tethered by unresolved fate. The more affection grows, the farther the distance extends. If you grow too close, you may disappear entirely.” “Disappear—like die again disappear?” “Yes.” Mira stared. “Fantastic. Love him and poof. Don’t love him and he hates me. Excellent options.” --- A knock jolted her out of the mirror conversation.