Novel & Cerita Bound By Hatred

"You're punishing children because I had lunch with someone you don't like." "I'm protecting my investment, the foundation operates on Harrington money, that makes it my concern." "You're a monster," Elena's voice breaks…. "An actual monster." "Call me what you want, just remember who holds the power here." I walk away before she can respond, in my office I pour another drink, tell myself I feel satisfied, but when I close my eyes I see her face, the hurt, the rage, something uncomfortable twists in my gut. I drown it with more scotch.

She looked at me, her face full of a grim, heavy pity that I absolutely hated. "You can hate him all you want, Elara. You have every right to. But do it while you're alive," she said softly, gesturing toward the dark exit corridor. "The car is waiting. Let's move." I sat there for five long seconds, staring at the dark floor, feeling like a shell of a human being. Then, using the wall to steady my shaking legs, I forced myself to stand up. I didn't take her hand. I didn't look at her. I just wiped the wet streaks from my face with the back of my bruised hand and walked past her into the dark, carrying a hatred so heavy it felt like stone in my chest.tr

And something far more dangerous than either beginning to uncoil between them. He clenched his fist until the gauntlet creaked. Attachment is weakness. And weakness got kings Killed. He would remember that when Riven Ash’s eyes found his again in the dark.

By the time you’re five you’ll sprout your fangs, by thirteen you’ll notice that you’re stronger and faster than humans are, and when you turn 18 you’re supposed to come into the full powers of whatever gifting your blood line has. I’ll officially turn 18 in one hour. I have no idea what powers I may come into and I’m in the worst place I could possibly be in. My stepfather, Trevor and my stepsister, Blair hate vampires with a burning passion, once a month they go on hunting trips to try to kill them. They claim that they are ridding this world of evil. I think that Trevor brainwashed Blair over the years into the deep hatred she has. Don’t get me wrong, nobody likes vampires, but the hatred

I warned vehemently. Prince Daryl chuckled. "Why are you on edge around me? You speak like you have some hidden hatred towards me," he said, now stepping closer, invading my space so that I could feel his warm breath even on my face. I gripped my cup tightly, thankful that there was a mask on my face because I could already feel my skin heating up at his sudden closeness. "Look around you — at least seventy percent of people hold a hidden hatred towards you. They just don’t show it," I retorted defensively.

Flat, breathless. I don't answer. I'm already moving. Six years of hatred compressed into seconds. I hate how good it feels. My body still drops low when he cuts high. Still tilts left when his frost gathers right. Still remembers the shape of fighting beside him. I hate that. Hate him for it. There. Now. The thought arrives through the bond. I hate recognizing him inside my own ribs. His satisfaction bleeds into me, grim and cold. I shove it back hard. Don't want it. Don't want any of it.

In this world, there is no true freedom because all people will always be chained to something: rules, personal desires, and the world itself. "Hatred should not be payed with hatred" she said, sounding wistful and gentle. "It will lead to chaos. Hatred should be paralleled with love and kindness". Serra could see the innocence and purity of Rena's heart like a clear lake where she could see the rocks and fishes at the bottom of it. Rena's life force enveloped her like a wild fire.

“Son-son how many times do I have to teach you? Hatred is more powerful than love. Love is a distraction while hatred makes one stronger.” “What if I've had enough of hatred? I want a distraction instead then.” I answered him bodly. Ready for any reply or come back he might have. He was about to reply but stopped himself as the aunt and niece made their way to us. Gods! Let this day end!

Bound by The Baby Part 9-3 Continued……………… Seeing the hatred in Janhavi’s eyes for himself, he became numb, he did not understand how to react?? It was not that this was the first time that he was seeing hatred and anger for him in someone's eyes because it was all very normal in the way of life, he was living but today Janhavi had hatred for him in her eyes. It was as if someone had stabbed his heart with a sharp weapon, it’s truly unbearable.

"Spend more time thinking about your son, about the people you love, about happy things!" That way, you won't be filled with hatred all the time! After all, love is the most real and warm thing in life! Hatred will only ruin a person! "What did he say to you?" Marcus asked cautiously, tense all over. Jessica felt like she was talking to a wall; he couldn't let go of his deep-rooted hatred. It was impossible for Marcus, considering his nature, to hate them if they hadn't done something unforgivable or harmed someone he loved.