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"Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving all along?" ​He started moving again, his speed ramping up until every impact felt like a lightning strike, erasing the last coherent thoughts in my mind. I couldn't think; I couldn't remember why the hatred was supposed to matter. My world had narrowed down to nothing but the friction, the heat, and the overwhelming, suffocating fullness inside me. ​"I hate you," I managed to whisper, my voice thick with a strange, jagged ache. ​"Hate is just love’s shadow, Thalia," he countered, his hand clamping onto my waist with a grip so fierce I knew the bruises would linger for days.

Then, her voice small and rough, she asked the question that had been hanging between us since I let her walk out of my house. “Why did you let me go, Devon?” She shifted, looking up at me, her amber eyes searching. “You knew you couldn't live without me. Why did you let me walk toward him?” I looked at the ceiling, my hand smoothing the red hair across her shoulder. I thought about the centuries of repetition. I thought about the blood on my hands and the ice in my soul. “Because, Irene,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No matter how strong the hatred is, one glimpse of love or affection conquers the hatred no matter how much you try to prevent it. Hate is strong, but love is stronger.”

'Looking at the sky, it makes me want to curse it for some reason' Indeed, Herald is just a normal person who hold anger withing his own thoughs as he doesn't want to be hated by other who he respects but then... things are not the way it used to be. 'Hah...' He put his hand on his face as he tried to calm himself and not make any reckless move. The truth is, Hatred is within our body and mind. It is always there. I is never gone. Even so, it can be hidden. It can be manage so that no one will be hurt. Because the hatred itself is truly dangerous. One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist.

I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?" I nodded my head, "Here's the education the mantra carries, there's much that can be done with hatred than love, know which to use and when to use it." I paused trying to unravel what she just said, "There's much that can be done with hatred than with love, knowing which to use and when to use it." "That's not all, "A heart filled with hatred is more effective than that filled with love, also don't pity a man who's in love, pity a man who harbors hatred within h

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

The handwriting was faded, the ink barely legible, but the words sent a chill through me. “The final enemy is born of fear and hatred, a force that feeds on division. It cannot be fought with strength alone. Only the bonded pair, united in purpose, can stand against it.” The room seemed to tilt, the weight of the words pressing down on me. The final enemy. Fear and hatred. It wasn’t just Kael or Vrax—it was something deeper, something that thrived on the cracks between us. And if Lucan and I couldn’t find a way to bridge those cracks, we would lose everything.

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

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.

Katrina shouted angrily and throw the flower vase on the ground. "Come down, Katrina. Stop behaving like a mad woman. You need to act wisely now" Katrina's friend said to her. "Come down? How can I come down when the bastard insult me in front of public?" Katrina shouted at her. "That's why I freaking told you not to go in front of him without a perfect plan. But you did. What do you think of Demon Knight? Do you think he still has feelings for you? Then the answer is no. A big now. He has closed your chapter from his life and from the heart. You are no longer in his life or he hears. Accept this freaking thing that he just has hate for you. Just hate" Her friend shouted at her again.

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."