Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

] She yelled in her head but she didn't let it out. "No Dad, he did not hurt me," Rose let out, smiling bitterly. "Oh! That's what happened?" her father said. "I think someone is paranoid here, afraid that what he has done when he was young another person will do it to his daughter. Karma can be so lovely occasionally" Rose's mother said with an innocent face. ["You..."] he exclaimed inwardly. "Darling you know you're my everything and that I have loved you since day one. It was love at first sight for me and I have never looked away since then, not now, never." her father said confidently while puffing out his chest and giving Rose a wink.

His eyes were cold and dark as sharp as knife, I felt a bit of killing intent hit me and at the same time a burst of hatred filled my heart. But that didn't stop the inexplicable Attraction I felt. I looked up to meet his eyes staring deep at me, I looked at him feeling Hatred and Attraction but now I am lost in his eyes

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

“I hope the earth splits under your feet and swallows you whole. I hope you feel what my mother once felt. But I'm not you. I won't stoop so low to do the same things you used to do." Her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw something I had never seen directed at me so nakedly: hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred, but threaded with sorrow. There was no fear softening it, no cowardice hiding behind it. Just grief that had warped into hatred and that hatred sharpened into a weapon.

I drew closer and noticed that he was as white as snow. His Spartan shoulders stood out. It convey mighty strength and pride. His thin lips kept moving as he chewed slowly. He was truly the definition of beauty. No wonder women fought to have him. Their struggle was not for a ugly being. By the way, no one was ugly. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When our gaze met, I was disappointed with his eyes. They were as red as strawberries. He did not look happy. The coldness I felt from his touch yesterday made me wonder who he was.

But he picked it up again and cradled it against his chest like a precious object. Felix knelt on the floor and wept before he wailed in a hoarse voice. “Liana, I’m sorry. Won’t you see me one more time? “You can hit me and yell at me all you want. Just please, don’t leave me… “I miss you so much, Honey. “Mandy and I are your legacy in this world now.” He dug his right eye out and ignored the blood pouring out of the socket. “Liana, I don’t want your eye anymore. Come back, please.”

h heart kept on bleeding from the inside, I hated that crazy shit and reality so madly, but still that was nothing compared to the ten times hatred I felt for the fucking bitch. Bringing our eyes into an eye lock, she saw through me like linen, but still that didn't stop the bitch from acting her fucking drama. "Tell me, is this not what you want. Just say to my face that you never loved that fucking whole, tell me baby" Her voice yelling out in the air, I watch as her eyes shook as she tries moving closer...yet again. Her movement unstable and terrifying, I hated her gestures even more. "Just tell me baby...that..that...that I did the right thing"

Her eyes went behind him and saw the bunch of flowers kept on the table, and a cake along with some chocolates boxes. Her eyes pulled back to him in hope of finding the sort of emotion that makes her feel better always. Love, she was hoping to see love in his eyes for her like she usually sees in his eyes. Nevertheless, blinded by a thread of misunderstanding and lack of trust masked the love enough to only display the loathing and disgust in his eyes for her. What she saw in his eyes was not love..not even a bit of it….., it was pain, betrayal and a lot of hate. The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kin

He rolled his eyes. "Ugh-- I have this really important report to submit in a day to Marissa.” She started explaining slowly. She was so furious with me today and now I have lost the file. Oh, my God, she is going to kill me the instant I showed her my face.” She whined irritatingly. “HEY!” He raised his voice and grabbed her both hands to prevent her from hitting herself anymore. Her eyes had become glossy. He felt his heart racing in his chest. He looked into her eyes and then his gaze moved down to her lips. They were pink and soft.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"