Eyes Of Hate Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

“Look at me, Rina.” I swallowed, encouraged myself and did as he instructed. I stared, looking straight into his clear blue eyes. Those eyes which belonged to a cold, heartless monster. Those blue eyes that watched me…do the things—the very evil things he'd asked me to do. Those eyes of his that spelt hostility right from the first day I came to the pack house. Those eyes were now staring at me, harboring just one emotion. Hate. Then, he caught me off guard by tracing my cheek. His gaze had left my eyes and had gone there. Now, I could look him over without having to worry about him knowing.

His gaze didn't soften at all,the anger,the insanity still stayed. His lips were fucking swollen,breaths came out forcefully,his gaze traveled painstakingly slow from her lips to her nose,before reaching her eyes. Her eyes…. Bloodshot,blood spilled on her pretty lips as her eyes turned drowsy. She'd lose too much blood already. But the bright fire of hatred was still in those eyes. “There! It wasn't so difficult to make you shed tears. You need to look at yourself now, you're so fucking hot…” he cocked his head to the side a bit.

Then, I will never have to witness the scene of my family being torn apart. At that time, I didn't understand why everyone hated me, even though I didn't do anything to them. Even Elias had a time when he was so naive that he thought that if he treated them sincerely, they would be the same towards me. Later, I found out that I have eyes like my mother. A pair of eyes as sharp and cold as knives. That look, able to stand at the pinnacle of power, can make people tremble in fear under their feet. But at the same time, no one likes that dead look; on the contrary, they absolutely hate it.

I literally beg him to take a bath…that's how bad it is. And when I look into his eyes, I see two people. I see the man I love, the one I'm dying for and deeper into those eyes, I see dread. I see smoke, I see blood. I see him standing there, his face glowing with hate and his eyes shining brightly with dread. I see the evil in him and it fuels my rage to kill him. His death will be slow and very painful. I'll dismember every part of his body, one by one, counting them by the number of loves he murdered at my house that day.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

And after I turned five, he never smiled at me again. "Emilia." He called my name with a frown. "How could you let your assistant insult Hannah? Is cruelty just part of your nature?" I turned and met Hannah's gaze. Her eyes, slightly red and glistening with unshed tears, sparkled with the innocence she had perfected so well, making her look delicate and fragile. It was a skill I could never master. "Are you even listening to me?" Ethan snapped, losing patience as I stayed silent. He hurled a folder from the desk at me, and its sharp edge sliced across my cheek.

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

Zephyr's lips curled into a smirk as he stared at the girl with a deep interest in his eyes, "You hate it, or is it because of something else.Penelope." Her eyeball furrowed slightly, staring deeply into the king's eyes. She hated how he stared at her as he knew her and that he knew what was going on in her mind. She hated how his eyes felt that he could see through her soul but most importantly see through her lies. He was right, she doesn't hate when people call her Penelope. It was just that, it brought so many memories that makes her once again go back to the past she so much hated.