Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

I saw the hatred in his eyes and my death coming. My life flashed before my eyes.

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.

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

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands. … On our way back, I sat in the passenger seat and suddenly noticed a sticker on the seat. It said "Exclusive Seat for My Wife". I immediately found it disgusting. Theo wasn't a romantic person. Once, I wanted to hang a handmade ornament in the car, yet he thought that it would block his view while driving. So I knew that he wouldn't buy something as childish as this. It would definitely be Tiffany's purchase if it weren't his. "What do you think of it? Do you like it?" Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove.

Tyler complained again. "Sorry." Charlotte said. "My headaches a lot." He rubbed his forehead. Charlotte stood up and went behind him. "Where are you going?" Tyler turned to see what she was up to. "Shut up and rest." Charlotte said. She began to rub and ruffle his head gently while Tyler let out soft moans. Soon he slept off and Charlotte sat and watched him sleep. She began to admire him, his lips, nose,neck everything just looks perfect to her now but she still has this hatred, this burning revenge, the burning vengeance inside her.

He was not one to be manipulated. Nevertheless, I asked her the question, gently trailing my hands over her freshly weaved dark hair “Why are you crying?” “You are the one who made me cry. I hate you Marie” came the tearful response. There was less fire in her tone but the words were definitely saying her heart, her tears must have drained her of her energy. I thought shaking my head in fake pity. “The feeling is mutual dear. I hate you too” I deadpanned. Her dark eyes glared at me this time, chest heaving, she pulled herself to a standing position. I did the same, straightening my skirt

Her dark brown hair flowed down her shoulder. Adrian felt his heart beating rapidly again. But this time there was something in her eyes. They were much cold, harsher, and definitely held hatred in them. Which he knew was directed at him. He immediately stood up and looked away knowing how much it hurt seeing the person whose eyes used to be filled with love were now filled with hate instead. Regina turned to look at her and internally fumed how powerful she looked. She too shared this quality with Adrian that no one could guess what they were thinking.

"No. I lived through the invasion, as did everyone else. The Risemoon pack wounded us deeply. The sight of you still stirs that wound. My blood does boil in your presence, yes, but yours boils just as fiercely when you see us. Old scars, fresh scars. They are no different. To hurl hatred would only reflect what I don’t wish to see mirrored back. Respect, at least, is fair." His words caught me off guard. They carried truth I had not expected, and for a moment, I looked at him not with suspicion, but with startled recognition. I lifted my gaze to the mirror again. His face was youthful, yet lines of age and discipline edged it. His dark hair was neatly styled, his eyes striking. For a heartbe

Take him out before he did something to hurt either me or him, but mostly me I was not safe when he was like this. I held his hand very gently, I looked up at him looking into his eyes trying to see any sign he was still here. His eyes were red due to the anger he must have been feeling inside, his eyes looked cold and dangerous. They were void of any love in them but they did hold a promise in them, a promise of pain,torture and death. There was a deep hatred rooted in them Making me wonder who that hatred was directed at, was it at me due to the question I had asked. Or was it due to the place which he seemed lost in?