Eyes Of Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

His orbs dilated darkly and his beautiful emerald eyes were gone, replaced with a bright Crimson, enough to burn her soul. God!! He stared at her with pure hatred and she knew she was a goner. His Red blazers, matching his eyes made him look like the Greek god of anger, his hair neatly waved to the back but some tendrils won't let it be as it fell carelessly to his eyes. He even wore earnings today too!!! Her heartbeat is so crazy and wild and she vibrates terribly in his arms and her tears spill. She had said that he wouldn't hurt her but the Raze staring at her right now looked as if he would rip her heart apart.

This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent. His irises don’t just change color; they dissolve. The rich, heterochromic blue and green eyes I first saw on the screen that caught my attention are swallowed by a void of absolute, ink-black. There is no reflection in them, no spark, no light, only an endless, hungry darkness that seems to pull the light from the room.

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

Midnight dark eyes that looked more like the depth of hell, stared keenly at her, burning with hate. Then his mouth curled in the most deadly smile Athena had ever seen. “Well, we meet again,”

She lifted her head and her blazing black eyes met his, his soul shivered as he saw the power lurking behind those two orbs. "I hate you. I hate your eyes. You are so creepy!" He kneed in her stomach making the blood emerge from her mouth and her stomach protested the assault. Her bloodlust sizzled in her veins making its way towards her brain to command it to kill the naive suicidal boy right that instant. "How cruel!" Maya hissed a bitter laugh emanating from her lips.

All I could see was an emotionless eyes, one that came with so much rage and hate. I crashed down on my butt. "Alpha Darwin!!"

"I want to rip every one of their fucking eyes out of the socket and make them roll on the floor. She's mine alone... Mine to gape at... Not theirs." Tall, regal... her blue orbs peered into mine... I could read meanings already. Fear. Hatred. Yes, I want her to hate me. I want her to despise me... Just like I fucking do, and no matter what eyes she glared at me with... It's nothing compared to the pain, the scar in my chest... It's nothing fucking compared to the damage that has been done. I watch as her mind spins, the world crumbling beneath her. I can see it-the panic, the helplessness, the way she fights against it, fights against me.

His eyes also became redder, and the blood in his eyes became thicker, like undissolved blood. At that moment, he looked bloodthirsty. He looked scary and frightening. Eileen's cheeks turned red. She couldn't even cough. She started rolling her eyes. Just now, he was able to release Eileen. At this point, he couldn't release her. His red eyes made him look like a demon. There was deep disgust and hatred in his eyes. His eyes were telling Eileen that he was going to kill her! He would even try to kill Eileen for an intimate photo of him and Zora...

I looked into his eyes, the very eyes that reveled in our suffering, the very same pair that witnessed everything. I saw light blue eyes that looked at me with love. I saw deep blue eyes that looked at me with hope. I saw deep brown eyes that looked at me with joy, lose their light. I saw gorgeous brown eyes tinged with golden orange that looked at me with pure adoration. And as I closed my eyes, I saw black eyes reflecting flickering yellows - the eyes of a stranger, burning with fury, a twisted smirk on his face at the thought of my death, his action fueled by unquenchable hatred. I opened my eyes to see my reflection in his eyes, and what stared back at me wasn’t the person I was, but tha