Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

And the worst thing is, that I can see the hate , it is clearly visible in her galaxy eyes how much she hates me for what I have done. The frustration in her voice shacked my entire being and I completely shut my mouth. Not findings any excuse to defeat my wrong doings.... I slowly stapped away from her . She seems to look confused or maybe waiting for my reply but I did not had anything to say. I looked away from her , turned my back on her as I no longer could see the hatred on those hazel eyes... it's tearing me apart and cutting me all over just to witness hate in her eyes for me.....

"Elena. You have your mother's eyes. I always hated your mother's eyes." "Good." "Good?" "Good." I stepped forward. "Because I hate everything about you." Margaret laughed. Soft. Bitter. Hollow. "Good," she said. "Hate is useful. Hate keeps you alive. Hate makes you strong." "Hate makes you blind." "Hate makes you focused." She turned to Lucien. "And you. Mira's son. You have her jaw. I always admired Mira's jaw." "Don't talk about my mother."

And her eyes were filled with pure, undiluted hatred. God, today wasn't really going to be normal. I couldn't even have a proper break.

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.

She had lifted her head. She wasn't looking at me with fear. She was looking at me with a hatred so pure it burned the air between us. Her eyes—eyes the color of a summer storm, eyes I had spent four years trying to forget—were locked onto mine. And beneath the hatred, I saw something else. Fire. Alpha fire. The kind of unyielding, molten defiance that couldn't be manufactured by a witch’s glamour. Who are you I screamed internally. Why does your face make my chest feel like it's being ripped open

He just shook his head in denial and turned to face her. Pure hatred was in her eyes. He could know her intentions only by looking into her honey eyes. She just wanted to kill him. Even her glare held hatred and was no less than an arrow. If her eyes had the power to shoot arrows, she might have pierced Sanam's chest with arrows.

I hate the smug look on his face. He circled around my helpless figure, and I glared at him with hatred. “What’s with those eyes? Are you planning on murdering someone?” He joked. “I fucking wish that looks could truly kill,” I spat out. His amused gaze became dark, and he looked at me with profound hatred. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let him win this battle. “You disgust me,” I said through clenched teeth.

As emotions welled up within her, Lisa continued, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability yet unwavering in her resolve. "His eyes, those piercing windows to his soul, convey an intensity of hatred that cannot be ignored. They contain a malevolence so potent that if stares possessed the power to kill, I would have surely met my demise long ago." Lisa's admission was laced with a hint of sorrow, her heartache palpable as she lamented the deep-rooted enmity that had blossomed between her and this mysterious figure. The fear of being in his presence, the very thought of attempting to tame or bridge the chasm between them, was an insurmountable task that she simply couldn't fathom underta

The gamma kept throwing heated hate glare my way, I adjusted nervously. He kept glaring at me, his look is kind of making me uncomfortable. I avoided our eyes connecting. He kept giving me the "you don't belong here" look, his eyes held too many emotions. His eyes held hatred for me, I know that I haven't met this man or exchanged words with him apart from the first that I came into this pack. The day that the luna introduced me to them. But the way he stares at me fucking scared me to the core.

I say, putting all the contempt i can muster into my voice. Something very like fire flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment and it is gone, to be replaced with a look of pure hatred. "All that blood looks good on you" He spits the words at me, and then adds in a whisper so quite i am sure he didnt mean for me to hear "It brings out your eyes"