Hated By Life Itself Novels & Stories

I hate this child but when I pay attention to this word, 'hate', I wonder do I have it in me to hate a life? All my life, I have tried and shown mercy to the creation of Almighty. I didn't kill insects. Never hurt animals. I don't hate or wish for an ill fate for everyone responsible to make me reach the state I am today. My throat tightens when I hear wails and helpless cries of other creation. All my life I have just been merciful. I have never hated anyone. Not my late biological father, not Aahil who made my mother's and my life miserable, not Sohrab, not Sufyan, not Hafsah, Hamdah and even the man who... forced this life inside me. I don't consider them worthy of even my hate.

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

How can someone be so heartless and make you even lose something that you truly own. I know that I will be dying so soon. Not when I am in this position. I feel so weak. I feel so much pain and I feel disgusted my myself. I was not able to even keep the only thing that I had. I feel so much hatred towards myself. I hate the fact that I was even born in this world in the first place.

He let them hurt me so bad! He hated me for what I was, but he was the same damn thing! He had a vampire in him too, the same thing he hated in me and my mother! The same thing that everyone down there was. I hate him! I hate him for what he did to me! I hate him for what he did to everyone down there, even the ones that weren't down there. Those Omega's, he hurt them too! He drank my blood, I can't drink blood now, I'm just like him! I hate myself!"

Without death, life would be meaningless. Self hatred to Fiora, managed its way into her life to change it for the better. All her life, she had found nothing but pain. Saddening for she fears it had all been nothing but her fault. She had lost her father because of something she'd said years ago. She lost her home. She hated herself more than water repelled oil. But she knew now what she must do. Her life could still change, only if she was willing to make it better. And she did.

in her own way, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I cannot name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a daughter who is not her own, even a daughter she raised out of obligation, out of duty, out of interest, out of fear, I hated myself, Élianor, I hated myself, and I still hate myself, every day, every hour, every minute, every second, since I recovered my memory, since I know who I am, where I come from, where I am going, what I did, what I was, what I am, what I will be, since I know that I abandoned you, left you, forgot you, you, my daughter, my baby

At the very least, nature seemed entirely unbothered by our drama. This particular relocation was different, though. I despised it with every fiber of my being. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to go. There was no terrible, off-key car singing this time around. No awful dad-jokes echoed through the cabin, and no one was lecturing me on how to present myself to the world.

That pride though was shattered seeing how meaningless her accomplishments were in front of such might. When she reviewed the previous scenes in her mind she could only find one word to describe them. 'Cruel.' She thought. 'The world is incredibly cruel.' She was calm when he understood the situation in the valley. 'The King forces the snakes in its pack to eat each other and it waits until a rank 4 is born between them. Then it eats it to become stronger and repeats the cycle. I believe that with the concentration of "Breath" in that area and with the forced cannibalism he manages to create one every few decades.'

Most of all, I hated the feeling of being completely and utterly powerless. The words echoed in my mind, a desperate cry from the depths of my soul. I hated my life, hated the way it had been twisted and distorted by Herold's cruelty. I hated the fear that gripped me every day, the constant looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next explosion of anger. I hated the way my dreams had been crushed, my hopes and aspirations suffocated by the weight of Herold's oppression.

The cruelty. I hated it. I hated always feeling this way. I can never catch a break. I hated him for rejecting me, both of them, especially after the kiss. I hated this world for its cruelty. I hated my father. I hated my mother for making me. I hated nature for making me this way. I hated Amaya for being better than me. I hated fate for doing this to me. I curse the moon goddess and whatever deity was out there, and most of all, I curse myself for letting them hurt me.