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.

Any one of these changes would have made him seem vicious to anyone else. But those weren't the traits that made him look like the devil to me. It was his eyes. Bright red rage had bled into his grey eyes, giving them an eerie purple colour that still shone with a hatred that could send a lesser man into madness. But I'm no lesser man. I haven't been since I was a teen. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

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.

Then the angles shifted, the details magnified, and my rage roared up like wildfire. Lacerations scored across her arms and side. Ragged lines in the skin that gaped and bled. The Corantin prevented natural werewolf healing, so the photographs showed just how bad they were. The light on the wounds made the redness look as if someone had painted anger across her. By the time that these were taken, bruises had spiraled out where fists and boots had driven into her.

Her eyes burned with hatred. "I will not spare her"

Is I'm a trash in his eyes? Tears started to pour into my eyes by thinking about all those, I was covering the area where he slapped me. Suddenly he grabbed my elbow and jerked me to face him face to face but instead of watching in his eyes I diverted them anywhere but him. To make me look in his eyes he grabbed my chin and moved my face upward. The grip was way too much for me that my jaw started to hurt, it felt like anytime my jaw will gonna break into two pieces. So immediately I diverted my eyes towards him and looked into his eyes. His eyes were dark full of hatred. There was no sign of love, passion, obsession but only hatred and that hate was for no one but me only.