Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

Her face looked like she saw a ghost. "I hated Hannah like you do, why did you think we had bad blood ? I hated her even more for making you cry. It's pathetic that I fell in love with her but you don't have the right to open your mouth and tell me who's shoes I have to be in." I walked up to her with a manic look in my eyes. "That woman killed my best friend when I was in highschool. Of course I hated her. I even wanted to kill her when you went out of your mind." I took a handful of Olivia's chin and made her look into my eyes as her mouth made a pout.

He sat there still with his head hanging down, not daring to look at those angry eyes which can make him shatter into pieces. "Watch, were you are dragging that boy..", Aroon said lifting Dae's chin up with his forefinger and the younger's eyes met with those of whom he didn't wish to see at that time. The older stared at him with pure hatred in his eyes. It made his heart drop. He never stared at him with so much hatred before. Dae bit his lip to prevent himself from bursting out into tears. But he failed, finally letting the tears run down his cheeks.

I opened my eyes and saw how his cold eyes becomes colder. “I h-hate you. I hate you a lot!” I couldn’t suppress the emotions that were building in my chest and my palm suddenly landed on his cheeks. His face slightly tilted but still, he was emotionless. His slightly long hair hid his grey eyes. I took a deep breath as my eyes displayed hatred. I couldn’t control my anger anymore knowing that he was the reason why my baby died. Knowing that he became ruthless to me without some valid reasons. I abhor him with all of my life. I despise him as much as how I loved him before.

So close that his scent is luring me in as his breath fans over my lips. Something changes in those eyes as suddenly there's a shift in those eyes as his hold on my jaw becomes painful as if he would break it and he pushes me on the floor by the hold of it before he stand up and looks at me with detest. A cold sweat runs down my spine as I witness those dark eyes that have no sympathy, no humanity but only detest and hatred reflecting through them. " What do you think I am doing other than treating a slut as a fuckung slut?" He groans as he starts to take off his belt but his eyes are locked on me. I look up at him as I watch him with horror.

Her eyes, wide but unblinking, held a strange mix of fear and calculation, like she was looking at a venomous snake calculating if it was about to strike. Her gaze trembled at the edges, but never left him—sharp, cautious, trying not to provoke, yet silently asking: What have you become? And beneath it all, a flicker of something colder—like her soul was beginning to retreat, slowly building a wall behind her stare, like she was looking at something dangerous. He saw it. And it infuriated him. “I hate it!!!. I hate it when you look at me like that!!.” He rammed his fists on the table and yelled. Bianca shook, but tried to remain calm.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I saw him. His expression had been pure contempt. His cold blue eyes had swept over me as though I was an insect that had crawled too close, an irritation not worth the effort of crushing—yet. The corners of his mouth had curved, not into a smile, but into something sharper. His chin tilted down at me as if I was the gum stuck to the sole of his design shoe.

The sound of glass shattering explodes through the room. We all jerk and see Scar, his hand, bleeding. He’s crushed the wine glass in his bare palm. Blood drips down onto the table. But it’s his eyes that freeze me. Dark not just with anger. Not just with pain. But with something deeper. Hatred.

I sighed in annoyance after understanding what she is saying, she is always sick of hopeless romantic things. "I don't know when I woke up I just able to remember nothing but his brown eyes. " I specified. "And those eyes are scary?" "Sometimes they scare me, Sometimes I sense affection and sometimes I see the sadness in those eyes like I have seen them before not only once but thousands of times not in my mares but somewhere out there, " She gawks at me with wide eyes, completely stunned by listening to me. "How are you so sure?" I stayed silent at her question, trying to guess, why I feel this way to someone whom I am trying to hide and run from in my nightmares?