Bound By Hatred Novels & Stories

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.

When she tested her limits, he stood in her way and made her hate him for it. Because hatred meant she’d fight harder. Hatred meant she’d sharpen her claws on him instead of the world that wanted her blood. Hatred kept her alive. Even now, she didn’t see it. She thought his barbs were arrogance, his orders control. She thought he despised her. But by the Moon Goddess, she was everything he’d ever fought to keep safe. And one day soon, she’d realize just how bound to her he really was. Until then, he would bear her hatred like armor. Better her anger than her absence.

Her mind hooked onto every round making them sting worse, icier, void. Her eyes were red by morning from her efforts to hold back the tears that failed to come. She couldn’t cry. Not yet. If she started, she would never know how to get out of it. Still, she had to suffer through another day pretending to love a husband whose affection for her was strictly transactional. The suite was still quiet when Aria left, but the staff were already working on their morning routines. Harrison came to meet her in the hallway with a smile that revealed nothing was wrong.

I would not beg fate. I would bend it even if it meant taking her. Even if she hated me for it. Even if she never forgave me. The curse had chosen its anchor and this time, I would not let Iris Moore walk away.

Against all reason, I turned back. “I just wanted to say something, sir.” He didn’t answer, so I went on. “I’m sorry for the other day. My mum is in the hospital. They called me—it was an emergency. The driver wasn’t involved. I dragged him into my mess. Please… forgive me.” His lips curved into a humorless chuckle, hands sliding into his pockets. “You must not know anything about me.” I stayed silent, fingers twisting nervously together. “I don’t forgive,” he said, his voice low and measured. “You walk around like my rules don’t apply to you. Like you’re untouchable. Indestructible.”

“Because I fought so damn hard against it! Against you!” Me? It felt like a hammer had been plunged right into my heart— I held back myself from breaking. “Do you hate me that much?” He paused then, and I saw it..a glimmer of hurt flash in his eyes, but it was gone. “Don’t you get it…I’m supposed to hate your kind. I’m supposed to hate humans. But with you…this bond! It makes me do things I shouldn’t… it makes me snap out! It makes me irrational and I hate it!”

Conrad nodded his head and Dominic’s fists clenched as Cassandra was untied from the chair and her clothes torn from her body. Conrad gripped his face tightly and looked him in the eye. “You must watch, Dominic, this is what you do with a whore and any woman that is not your blood or tied to your family in other ways is a whore!” Dominic watched as his father’s man, Demetrius, raped Cassandra in front of him. His hate for Conrad had truly started that day. Demetrius had slit her throat as he raped her, her blood pooling over him and after that day, Dominic had never dared to love a woman again. **

Damien threatened, clearly frightening the old, confused-looking man. I watched Damien's face harden with sternness as he grew impatient with the man's delay. I could feel the raw emotions of hate vibrating from him, especially when his gaze mistakenly fell in my direction. But then something strange happened. The coldness and hatred in his eyes flushed away instantly, leaving me confused. I thought I was hallucinating. But then Damien's features softened, and it all started to make sense. He started striding toward me, holding my gaze as if communicating in a language that couldn't be registered.

“I will be tied to you forever, and you will always have the right to be angry or to hate me. But I will not free myself from you, nor will I make you pretend I never existed. “I will cling to you like a leech, but I will stop obeying your demands. I will show filial piety when I choose to, give what I have when I want to, not when you order me to. I will make you angry and upset with me so that one day you might let me go of your own accord—without me or my employer paying a single cent. That is the revenge I can take after you have mistreated me all these years. If you can be cruel to Grandma, then I can be just as cruel to you—using your cruelty toward her as my example.” “You! How dare y

I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands. … On our way back, I sat in the passenger seat and suddenly noticed a sticker on the seat. It said "Exclusive Seat for My Wife". I immediately found it disgusting. Theo wasn't a romantic person. Once, I wanted to hang a handmade ornament in the car, yet he thought that it would block his view while driving. So I knew that he wouldn't buy something as childish as this. It would definitely be Tiffany's purchase if it weren't his. "What do you think of it? Do you like it?" Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove.