Bound By Hatred Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

And somewhere in that awful silence, with my cheek wet against the floor and my body emptied out by rage, one thought stayed alive longer than all the others. Hatred. Pure, clean, lucid hatred. For Sarah, the devil called my sister.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

my voice trailed off and I ended up in Finn’s arms, crying bitterly. “Maybe you do not know… but there’s a only a thin line, a very thin line, between love and hate” “It might not be love… but he definitely feels something less than hate for you…”

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

“Yes, your… lapse in judgment. Ugly business. But not unsalvageable.” My jaw tightened. “You think she’ll forget? That she’ll look at me without seeing filth?” He sipped his drink, unbothered. “No, she won’t forget. But hatred? Hatred is useful. Anger can twist into curiosity. Pain can bend into trust. You just have to play the right cards.” “She hates me,” I muttered, voice raw. “Every look, every breath around me—she hates me.” “Good,” he said simply. “Hatred is fire. Fire can be controlled. What you should fear is silence.”

Of a future not dictated by ancient hatred. His thoughts betrayed him constantly. They strayed to Odessa’s guarded gaze, to the steadiness beneath her caution, to the disarming realization that empathy could exist where loathing had been carefully taught. Each step he took felt like a betrayal of something sacred—either his bloodline or the fragile future he dared to imagine. He did not know which loss frightened him more.

I stopped in mid as I realised about whom I am talking and with whom. She smiled but a sad one. "Noone can imagine my situation. How did I felt? How I still feel seeing his illegitimate daughter roaming in front of my eyes. But I never had any hard feelings for Divya. In fact, I love her dearly like my own daughter. That girl has no mistake in it. When your papaji bought her home I didn't know her being his own daughter. I got attached to the baby and later he revealed the truth. I was shattered but definitely, how could my love convert into hate for her with one truth. It was not in me to hate her" She said with tears.

she told him as her mind was thinking about the scenes of Emma struggling to survive. "But that bitch still somehow was able to stop me from getting to this little bastard and he got saved. But still I am happy, now because of him I could stay with you. We all three can make a family Jacob. I promise I won't hurt him anymore if you promised to stay by my side forever." She was talking happily as Jacob's body tensed beside her. His mind was occupied by Emma's pitiful appearance when she killed her. There was guilt emerging in his eyes and hatred for Martha.

"Those vampires I killed were my first." His eyes widened. He had seen people kill for the first time, and it wasn't mostly easy on them as they would be traumatized for some time. It didn't have that same effect on him the first time because he had watched people being killed for years. He had even been made to punish people cruelly, that they would even prefer to die. But he didn't think that was the case for Luciana. "You didn't seem like it was your first." "It's amazing what hatred can do." When she saw the vampires molesting the girl, her hatred for vampires resurfaced, and all she could think of was killing them.