Eyes Of Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

His hair grow messily long, his square face elongated to oval, his turned-up nose narrowed and formed a barely perfect straight bridge, his chapped purpled lips smoothen and turned reddish heart-shaped and his scattered brows converged forming a thick and angled pair of brows that framed glaring cold eyes. What I hate the most about her were her eyes. Her eyes are sharp spears that could pierce you deep up to your soul in one glance. Her eyes could make anyone feel exposed and vulnerable. No wonder why mormians retreat in just a gaze and they hated her the most of all medius because they feel inferior around her, we feel inferior.

The light in my eyes died, replaced by a bottomless abyss of hate. "He didn't. So I'm starting a war."

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Tyler complained again. "Sorry." Charlotte said. "My headaches a lot." He rubbed his forehead. Charlotte stood up and went behind him. "Where are you going?" Tyler turned to see what she was up to. "Shut up and rest." Charlotte said. She began to rub and ruffle his head gently while Tyler let out soft moans. Soon he slept off and Charlotte sat and watched him sleep. She began to admire him, his lips, nose,neck everything just looks perfect to her now but she still has this hatred, this burning revenge, the burning vengeance inside her.

God I hope not. ‘Hi’ he replied back with a cold voice. ‘Looks like I came at the wrong time, I’ll be seeing you Rosé’ Adam turned and walked away while I just stood there staring at his back. ‘You’re lucky’ I turned back to look at Aidan and saw that his eye color were pitch black. When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same.

“All that you have done to me, I have started hating you!” Hate, his jaw clenched. “So much hatred that seeing you in front, I either feel like killing you or dying myself!” So much hatred… He fisted the sheet under his palm. “From the bottom of my heart, I hate you, Hades!” She gritted out and that was the moment she saw him glaring at her. But she was not scared right now. The anger filled in the eyes of both was burning each other, but no one considered it necessary to lower their eyes.

I said and I meant it dearly. Finally, we arrived and my heartbeat increased suddenly. I was quite tense to see them again, my anger was already boiling up and hatred filled my eyes. My eyes had seen all kinds of pain and evil, my eyes that had closed with finality in the cold hands of death, but somehow had been revived to new birth by the graceful nature of the Moon goddess. These same eyes were going to witness the doom of these powerful yet wicked men, they would be at my mercy, I was sure of it.

Opening my heavy eyelids, I first saw him – the man whom I thought would protect and love me till death. He gripped my hand with both hands. Seeing me move slightly, his eyes frantically searched for mine. The moment my eyes landed on his, everything flashed back to me as if a movie was playing before me. I vividly remember his bloody red eyes filled with hatred and pure intent to kill me right then and there. I instantly pulled my arm back to myself. My hands sneaked up to my neck, and the lingering feeling of him straggling me to death. “Mo-Morana . . .” I glanced at his eyes, which were now back to the teal-colored iris I once admired.