Eyes Of Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Flynn blinked twice, trying to clear the glazed over look in his eyes and wondering why the tattoo was so long and life like. ‘Is this heaven and who is this hottie in front of me? Hottie with a dragon tattoo. Wait, hottie?!’ he yelled inside his thought as his eyes finally gained clarity. He licked his lips unconsciously and almost felt embarrassed when the intruder caught his eye and looked at him in a confused way. He would swear that he saw something flash across the stranger’s eyes but it was gone too fast for him to really understand what it was.

So close that his scent is luring me in as his breath fans over my lips. Something changes in those eyes as suddenly there's a shift in those eyes as his hold on my jaw becomes painful as if he would break it and he pushes me on the floor by the hold of it before he stand up and looks at me with detest. A cold sweat runs down my spine as I witness those dark eyes that have no sympathy, no humanity but only detest and hatred reflecting through them. " What do you think I am doing other than treating a slut as a fuckung slut?" He groans as he starts to take off his belt but his eyes are locked on me. I look up at him as I watch him with horror.

All eyes were fixated at her, she acted pure innocence and I had already became the devil in everyone's eyes. "Deven please listen to me, she is saying lie." I clutched her shirt, trying move him and his eyes, but it was of no use, his red eyes burning with anger were fixed upon Mariah, his eyes telecasted, revenge, wrath, pity, his eyes met mine, and there was just one and only one emotion clouding his eyes; Disgust, extreme disgust and hatred for me. Pinning his eyes at me he growled silently, making me afraid. His fist tightened around my arm, clenching and squeezing it making me growl in pain, he lifted me up to face him, that look of disgust pinned me down and the hatred was clear and u

Blood gushed from the corner of my forehead. "You are nothing but pathetic and i am very very glad your sister took her last breath and left this earth. She will no longer be here to instigate you against me! She is no longer an obstacle in your life and from now on i will put you on the right path. " He said with his eyes full of hatred. There was so much darkness in his soul. They always said the eyes are the windows to the soul and if I had possessed such zeal in me as much as the hatred I saw in his eyes, who knows what would have become of me.

he said, his tone dripping with a mix of menace and cruelty. As I locked eyes with Clyde, his gaze was cold and calculating, filled with a burning hatred directed at Carmine. It was as if his eyes were windows to a dark and turbulent storm, a tempest of emotions that threatened to consume us all. My heart raced in my chest, the rapid beat echoing the uncertainty that swirled within my mind.

Uncontrollable tears left my eyes when I saw him after so many day. "You have the audacity to cry in front of me like a victim when you are nothing but a whore." I winced at his words as he shouted at my face. "If you think for a second that your tears will change anything, then you are wrong. You better save them because I plan on making you suffer," he said, gripping my cheeks with his hand. I was looking at his eyes—the dark orbs that I adored the most, which only had admiration and pride for me once. But now all I could see was anger and hatred in them.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

and one day she crossed all the limits, she said ' David don't have hazel eyes , I like men with hazel eyes. I so wanted to shake her up that time but refrained myself by telling myself that she's sleeping but by god , I wanted to take her that time until she claimed a hundred times that she liked every single thing about me and would not even glance at any other man's appearance but refrained myself.

It was eerie; everyone was breathing just lightly, ready to see if the others showed signs of stopping. Sara watched him with her eyes. They were close together, and his eyes were intense. The air was thick with the suffocating suspense, and that space between them was thick, lived. She fought the panic in her voice as her heart hammered so hard it felt the strain of her attempting to keep it calm. She wanted to tell him what he didn't want to see, her eyes, but knew that she had pushed too far. The tone was dark, and his voice was low and cruel, "You…think? … I’m arrogant… dogface… idiot… stone everyone wants to kick… selfish"

He said again, “Don’t you worry. Even if ghosts really exist, they will only come straight to me. It has nothing to do with you, so why the hell are you doing this to yourself?” Still, she did not say a word. She continued to stare at him with astonishing intensity. He noticed that there was a strange light glowing at the back of her eyes that resembled a fire when it was about to burn out. On top of the flames was a layer of black soot, which once lifted, would reveal the fiercest flames that could burn everything to ashes even with the slightest wind. This was hate, a raging hatred that had been contained by something known as reason.