Bound By Hatred Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You cannot fathom the magnitude of someone’s hatred.” It fizzed in your blood, gasoline set ablaze in your veins, and you lose all sense of humanity because all you care about is their suffering. You will never be satisfied until they are spiraling in a pit of agony and left in ruins. I experienced their wrath simply for being human, I knew hatred down to my bones. Emmett’s eyes darkened with sorrow and Lazarus’s expression turned wistful. A dark melancholy cloud hung over us, thickening the air until we choked on our own pain.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

Nothing but revenge. However, more hatred only promises more bitterness, more anguish, more death ahead, never more healing, or an improvement in her humanity. It can be flown like a dark flame from one generation to the next, burning cold, waiting for the later opportunity for another battle. Anna's hatred convinces her that others will come to harm those she loves and the only way out was to end their lives first, for without the abuse of loving feelings' hatred was too weak to cause damage. But she has Harry with her. Was his love not enough? Or she was just too afraid to lose someone again?

Matvei. Love is something I have never desired—never wanted to feel, not after I lost my brother. That part of me died with him. But hatred? Hatred is different. Hatred is alive. It breathes inside me, sharp and restless. It fuels me so fucking much that I can’t help myself when this monster of a father tries to lay a hand on someone I care about. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. It curled in the air like smoke, laced with the one thing I thrive on—fear.

What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

Chapter 15 (Sophia's POV) Common enemy. I'd said it plainly in the back of Dax's car and Xander had confirmed it without hesitation. Those two words had quietly dismantled something I'd been holding onto for fifteen years. The clean simplicity of my hatred. It was considerably harder to hate a man who was handing you evidence against the person who'd actually destroyed your family. I was finding that out the inconvenient way. Izzy was waiting in my office at eight-fifteen with coffee, croissants and the expression of someone who had opinions she'd been saving up overnight.

I was sunken in regret while he was suffocated by hatred. And keeping out distinctive perceptions, Armiz completely shattered our bond by his next words. “And from now on, your biggest enemy is your biological brother,”

“You’re parading yourself as the Luna of our enemies. You’re nothing but a pathetic coward.” A bitter laugh escaped her lips, one that tasted like ash. They were right, weren’t they? She had done nothing but stand by Jarrel’s side while her people suffered. But she couldn’t walk away either. The bond… it was stronger than she had ever imagined, pulling her closer to the man she wanted to hate. And every time she tried to resist, it tightened its grip, wrapping around her heart like iron chains. How could she hate him when every part of her was bound to him?

Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone. “I thought that people could change! That they had good hearts and they were sweet and I was the one doing it all wrong.” I remembered Seven-year-old Danielle who did not understand why her mother would Lock her in her room and not feed her for days, then I remember how I would analyze fourteen-year-old Danielle and try to make sense of why this woman was investing so much in someone she hated so much.

Pure hatred. He had pure hatred for her. When love turns into hatred it does nothing but ignites a fire that cannot be ever extinguished. Megara gulped the lump forming in her throat as a gasp left her lips, tears blurring her sight once again as she clenched her chest tightly. The feeling of her guts getting twisted and crushed had her toes curled in endurance.