Deep In My Heart I Hate You Gaara 소설 & 이야기

Swati gasped " oh! Aarya." I closed my eyes. I didn't regret a word. Something had died within me and it wasn't just his baby. “I seem cruel, isn’t it. I got a very important lesson. Never follow your heart. It will entangle you in its affairs and by the time you realize it you will be in knots”. Swati said, “God Aarya, I'll kill him if I get my hands on him. I so hate him now”. I replied “Hate is a very strong emotion Swati. I don’t feel anything for him. Our love died along with our baby. Promise me you'll help me forget him."

Shayari shouted at him "I swear to my Mumma that I am not lying Tara. I really love you. Why do you think that I call you Tara not Shayari? Because no one else calls you with that name that is solely my right, I loved you for a very long time but I was too proud to accept that. I hated Mr. Sheerazi and I took out his anger on you because you were close to him despite being an outsider. I know I did wrong with you, I am worse than a monster but I do love you and I am really to repent. I will do everything so you can forgive me. "Aarhan said and fell on his knees

Huwaaaa 😭😭😭😭😭 I Envy my own character. Please, I was crazy now 😭😭😭😭

“How romantic of you, secretary” Sakura is an unflattering shade of red, same as Saeko. I can’t tell if they’re blushing from shame or from holding back their laughter. I hate them. I hate everything. And most of all, I hate Aronohai Miyamura. He can go to hell for all I care. I hope he ends up in the depths of hell. I pray he— “You’re not saying anything”. He pokes my arm. “You’re angry? Really?”.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

"Cecilia, do you know how much I hate Evan Lane? Three years ago, I killed his beloved Corinne. Now that he's fallen in love with you, I shall take you away from him too. Evan Lane will always be a plaything for me. I could drive him crazy if I want!" Her eyes widened in horror. The screech was stuck in her throat. She finally let out a guttural scream when Peter repeatedly struck her in the face with a gold art piece. He mused, "Hm. Which body part should I use as a gift to Evan Lane? Cece, any thoughts?" Cecilia turned mute from the horror. She watched helplessly as he advanced toward her.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

I hate to think of what Starr might do to him. "She can get up herself, let's go," He said, making Giovanni stop in his tracks. I could see his hesitation and for once I regretted not being able to share their mindlink yet. "Leave, please!!!" That's how I would have screamed in my mind. I felt rage and hatred welling deep in my heart. I tried holding back my tears but they felt like hot lava and I couldn't help but release them. I was tired… tired of it all. Why can't I just die? Why was he so mean to me? He marked me already, right?

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

she teased, removing her hand. Neither of them spoke. Amaan stared at her side profile while Raina was looking at the distance as if waiting for him to acknowledge his feelings rather than running away. It was a long time after he spoke. “But I hurt her. She hates me now. It breaks my heart to see her in pain because of me,” he confessed, his inner turmoil palpable. “Listen to her voice carefully; it will help you find the answers,” Raina advised, closing her eyes and enjoying the breeze. “I.....love....” the voice muffled.