Eyes Of Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

Nicole. Men. They were the worst kind of animals and my husband happened to be a monster. The kind that’s supposed to be caged with a warning written in bold letters. Do you think it is strange that I was only filled with disgust right now? The hurt I felt long forgotten as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I felt like a thousand spiders were crawling around my body, their fangs kissing me. “Marcus” Even rolling his name around my mouth tasted like a bile of vomit. “Have some respect for God at least if you have no human decency.”

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

Eden's piercing blue eyes seemed to flicker, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route. His deep, smooth voice was laced with a cold, detached tone. "What is it?" he asked, his words dripping with indifference. Pearl's slender face was pale, her delicate features etched with concern. "Do you hate me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Eden's eyes seemed to flash, his pupils contracting as if in surprise. His sharp jawline clenched, his facial muscles tense with emotion. Hate her? The thought seemed to echo in his mind, his eyes narrowing as if in contemplation. But he knew he didn't hate her. He couldn't hate her, not even when he thought she was a witch who had cast

Is I'm a trash in his eyes? Tears started to pour into my eyes by thinking about all those, I was covering the area where he slapped me. Suddenly he grabbed my elbow and jerked me to face him face to face but instead of watching in his eyes I diverted them anywhere but him. To make me look in his eyes he grabbed my chin and moved my face upward. The grip was way too much for me that my jaw started to hurt, it felt like anytime my jaw will gonna break into two pieces. So immediately I diverted my eyes towards him and looked into his eyes. His eyes were dark full of hatred. There was no sign of love, passion, obsession but only hatred and that hate was for no one but me only.

Diana's eyes widened, her orbs were filled with horror. Hate and disgust burned in his eyes like fire and brimstone. "Are you going to speak? Or do we need to take extra measures?"

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

His eyes burned balls of hatred. Chris cried softly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t believe what had become of him. He was nice. He was so nice to her. He treated her like a delicate flower… and the love he had for her in his eyes… was beautiful. Alas, all she could now see in those silver eyes was hatred. “You have no rights, Christina. None.” “You lost the right to touch me the day you walked out on me.” He gritted out. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

My eyes don't waver but burn with hatred. He then turns to Nate who is cowering against the wall of lockers. Nate's eyes are mostly covered because of his glasses but they are wide and anxious, skirting back and forth behind the lenses. My heart breaks in front of all these people but I don't think they care to actually notice. The sight of Nate this way makes holding the tears back harder. "Hope you're getting something in return, man," Danny jeers then moves his attention back to me, only to throw the most degrading suggestion in my face. "I highly recommend the blowjobs. She's pretty ace at those."