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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 turned to look back at him, “Hatred? You’re saying it’s okay to hate people?” “To be human is to hate, just as it is to love and fear. What I’m saying is to let yourself feel it. Harness it. Use it against those who would do you harm, and above all,” His voice dropped into a rough growl, “Show no mercy.” Show no mercy. Those three words shattered the dam I’d been constructing my entire life. Each time I let Lucille and Kimberly slap me around. Each time I told myself that fighting against them wasn’t worth it. All that pain, and shame, and hatred came bubbling to the surface.

I hate the fact that my body and subconscious refuse to reject Skyden's presence—even to the point of surrendering complete control when I was racked by a high fever that time, leading to us ending up sleeping together. That was undeniable proof that I haven't fully broken free from his spell, and I hate myself so much for that weakness. My resolve was firm: if my life was destined to fall apart on April 29th, then Skyden must be destroyed along with me. I forced my mind to transform what remained of that affection into destructive hatred. Love and hate are indeed separated by a very fine line, and I chose to stand on the side of hatred so that my feelings wouldn't become a vulnerability tha

If that is what will make me free from the bounds with him, I am happy to do that. Love will not bound you, instead it will give you enough freedom. These bounds he had made, are made out of hate. When he thinks that he is done with the insults and punishment for me, I will leave him immediately. Yes, that is what I am going to do. I cannot stay in this loveless relationship even though I have boundless love for him in my heart. Love should free you instead this love I have for him is toxic and suffocating.

Eventually—eventually stop hating me for accepting mate bond that was—was never hers to contest. But I'd heard the hatred. The absolute vitriol. The—the promises to find way around the binding. To—to prove I didn't deserve Caden. To—to destroy me somehow, someday, eventually. That level of hatred didn't—didn't just fade. Didn't just—just disappear because magic made obsessing painful. Emily might let go of Caden. Might—might stop obsessing about the mate bond. But the hatred—the hatred of me specifically—that might—might last forever. Bound or unbound. Treated or not.

"For me, everything is a process, and stupidity is a process. When stupidity is made, the process that works is recognition, learning, and change." Then it fell silent, everything fell silent, only the dry cries of the past left in my mind. I wept for a long time, trembling, as if I had found a secluded nook in his arms. As I shed tears, when the anger, hatred and all other feelings I felt for myself flowed out of me, it turned out that I did not hold back tears for hours so that the feelings would not flow, then I understood. Self-hatred is more dangerous and worse than hatred of others. I think Edim Demiray was trying to protect me with words from my own hatred.

I always remember that filthy house he kept me in for days when I was suspecting that I was pregnant and it still haunts me till this day. All that filth. His wicked intentions. “Just leave me alone,” I plead. This time, it comes from the heart. “Haven’t you gotten enough?” Damson steps in front of me so quickly that a gasp escapes me and I hadn’t planned for it. It could have easily been a scream. “Enough? You don’t know what you’re talking about, Ada. You deserve a world of pain after what you put me through! You made me suffer. You humiliated me. Because of you, I ended up in a madhouse! You took my love for you and crumbled it in your hand! The hatred I have for you could fill a dam.” He

I never knew I will become incomplete in the absence of you. I know our bond is fake but the feelings for you in my heart is true. ♡SRINITHI PARKER♡ I hate you, words are not enough to describe how much I hate you. Ever since you walked into my life, I’ve always been sad and blue with your malicious plan. You took all my family and happiness away from me. You made me the caged bird of yours. Now, I have nothing but hatred from the deepest of my heart.

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 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.