Bound By Hatred Pdf Novels & Stories

What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

Then harder, until my breath came in gasps and I was shaking, sobbing into my palms, wishing I could scrub the blood from my skin, from my soul, from every part of me. But it wouldn’t come off. It would never come off. I should’ve hated myself. Maybe I did. But all I could think about was Damien. His voice. His eyes. The quiet satisfaction in his face when he said, You did great. I hated him. I hated him so much I could barely breathe through it. He put me in that ring like I was a dog to be tested. Like the girl was a toy to be broken. Like our lives were nothing more than an experiment in brutality.

he said, stretching out his hand for me. I stared at him with anger,although he was right, if I were to be exposed what would happen to me at school, everyone would come to know about our relationship and from what I’ve observed so far, I would be the one in a bind. “Thank you but I can walk on my own” I said angrily, instilling my pride and anger, this is a contract, I’m no slave or doll that he can drag around and do whatever he likes with. I slapped off his hand as I supported myself slowly,

I thought as I whimpered,tears already rolling down my cheeks. I hate myself for wishing he was here,I hate myself for ever thinking he could actually care,I hate myself for missing the moments I had spent together with him. I hate myself for still loving him and finding it difficult to let go. I hate myself for wishing I was in his embrace,I hate myself for missing every fucking thing about that monster. I have to forget him. For the sake of my son. I have to. " You know," Sapphire began. " You are just hurting yourself the more" she whispered and I ignored her.

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-“

It left my mouth before I could stop it. "But I do," He spat, I could feel how heavy his breathing was that gave away the signs of his awaking anger, "I want to keep hating you and I'd make sure that each day my hatred for you increase to the point of no return. And I want you to know, that you should be praying that I keep hating you because my hatred is what is keeping you alive. My hatred is what is safe for you, my devotion isn't." "I won't give up."

“Yes, your… lapse in judgment. Ugly business. But not unsalvageable.” My jaw tightened. “You think she’ll forget? That she’ll look at me without seeing filth?” He sipped his drink, unbothered. “No, she won’t forget. But hatred? Hatred is useful. Anger can twist into curiosity. Pain can bend into trust. You just have to play the right cards.” “She hates me,” I muttered, voice raw. “Every look, every breath around me—she hates me.” “Good,” he said simply. “Hatred is fire. Fire can be controlled. What you should fear is silence.”

The mind link. Yes, but I am not bonded to him. It would seem you are. He despises me. And I… well, I don’t hate him, but we are enemies. I should hate him. He wants me dead, but it is my fault for his anger. Hate… anger can be as strong a bond as affection. Aria thought for a moment. A bond through anger. She’d never heard of such a thing. And us?

It was the Bratva symbol, stark as blood against the white sheets. My vision narrowed. "No… " I whispered. It didn't make sense. My father had despised them. Called them snakes, liars, and all sorts of names. Swore he'd rather burn alive than owe a Russian anything. And yet, here was the evidence. A red seal at the bottom of a signature in dark red ink— Blood. In our world, a signature in blood meant an unbreakable oath. Why the fuck did my father make such an oath with them?

“That’s exactly how I see you.” “Maybe, but that’s not all, is it? Seems like you’re using your hate to hide something else,” Brendan taunted. “Am I wrong?” He ignored the question. “Answer me,” Brendan raised his voice. “No,” he snapped through gritted teeth. Taking in a deep breath to settle his annoyance, he continued as he exhaled. “So what if I don’t fully hate you? If I did, do you think I would let you anywhere near Suki? Even with the bond, I would’ve kept her away from you.”