Bound By Hatred Novels & Stories

Her bloodline. Her mother’s face flashed in her mind. Her father’s voice— stern, yet kind. The scent of home, of safety, of a life that had been ripped away. Dead. They killed them. A bitter, burning rage twisted through her. And suddenly—something inside her snapped,something she never expected. The air around her shifted. Thickened. A strange, searing heat bloomed beneath her skin, spreading outward in pulsing waves. The wolves around her hesitated, sensing the change.

The lust and warmth in his eyes completely vanished and began to spread anger and hatred again in his eyes when he heard her hateful words, "Please don't touch me.. I felt as someone is burning my body with fire sticks when you touch me.. I hate your touch.. I just hate you.. I even hate standing in your shady place.. You are so disgusting and cruel.. I hate you raghavan.." The rage in her mind made her to pour out everything.. That moment she did not think a bit about the consequences that she would face because of it.. This is the common denominator among all humans. Everyone would strive to contain their love, hatred, rage, and whatever they feel in their minds for a certain point, but ev

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

I despised the power Meredith held over me—the power to provoke such intense hatred and resentment within my heart. But amidst the hatred, a sense of weariness settled over me. The energy it took to sustain such intense animosity was draining, sapping my strength and clouding my judgment. I knew that harboring such deep-seated hatred would only consume me from within, poisoning my soul and blinding me to the possibility of forgiveness and healing. As the evening approached, I made a conscious decision to release the shackles of hatred that bound me. It was not an easy choice, for the wounds were still fresh and the pain still palpable. But I understood that holding onto bitterness would only

The notion that her hatred was just a covering over an uncontrollable need was intolerable. "No, I don’t," she hissed, her composure slipping. The admission felt like a betrayal, voicing aloud what she'd fought to ignore. She couldn't stomach the idea that her hatred was a mere curtain, veiling a desire she couldn’t control. "Child, hate is supposed to repel, not draw you into a lover's arms," he observed, calm as the eye of a storm. "Before breakfast, you were entwined. Does that sound like repulsion to you?"

She had no idea about the hate her sister harboured for her. “She…doesn’t hate me.” Soralina defended with a broken voice, while Lucian sighed yet again. “Lina I know it’s hard to believe, but that is the truth. She doesn’t like you, not as her sister, not at all.” “You are wrong.” Soralina defended yet again, and the determination in her voice had Lucian feeling pity for the girl who was blinded by the love their twin bond shared. “She doesn’t hate me; I know that because I don’t feel her hate. I don’t feel an ounce of hate through the twin bond we share. She doesn’t hate me she-“

The recognition of a love so twisted, so immense, that it has destroyed us both. — I can't hate you, Béa. The words come out, tired. — Please… — No. I can't. Hatred is too simple a fire. We are in the ashes, you and I. The ashes of what we burned. She lowers her head, defeated. Her offer has been refused. She must continue to carry her burden, as I must.

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

One second he was flirting with my grandmother then the next he was shooting daggers at me with his eyes. "Idiot" I mumbled. Of course he wouldn't know why I was trying to kill him. He unknowingly ruined my life. I hated him for it. "I'll see you soon, beautiful." He said, turning back to my grandmother instantly nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you like. Just don't bring the guns."

"My dear sister-in-law, you should let bygones be bygones. It's exhausting to hold one mistake against a person for so long. Are you tired of hating me?" "Who said I hate you?" retorted Angelina. "If I hated you, I wouldn't have married your cousin too." "What?" Liam asked in surprise. "Say that again, darling!" "What did I say wrong? I'm a person with a clear distinction between love and hate. But I'm also very petty at times. If I hate someone, by association I end up hating everyone around that person. So, if I really hated Noah, I'd have broken up with you once I knew that he was your cousin."