Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

He said again, “Don’t you worry. Even if ghosts really exist, they will only come straight to me. It has nothing to do with you, so why the hell are you doing this to yourself?” Still, she did not say a word. She continued to stare at him with astonishing intensity. He noticed that there was a strange light glowing at the back of her eyes that resembled a fire when it was about to burn out. On top of the flames was a layer of black soot, which once lifted, would reveal the fiercest flames that could burn everything to ashes even with the slightest wind. This was hate, a raging hatred that had been contained by something known as reason.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Just try to mend things’ Laura’s jaw tightened. She hated this was the truth. She glared at Jace, her eyes like a shattering glass filled with disappointment and hate. Jace’s gaze met her for the first time. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes...there was something unreadable in them. A shadow of guilt, a flicker of determination. He just stood, not moving an inch as he let the silence between them do the talking. ‘I can’t allow this…anyone but him’ Cynthia disagreed.

Meredith wanted me dead that badly. I looked at my bound limbs before looking up at Mdm. Meredith, who had a haughty look on her face. Before I could say anything, she yanked me by my hair and slapped me heavily. Blood oozed out of the corner of my mouth instantly. Clearly, Mdm. Meredith hated my guts greatly. Of course she hated me. After all, I made Marcus miss the golden window of his treatment. "I knew you'd end up harming Marcus! To think that my poor son kept butting heads with me because he treated you as his precious treasure!"

I heard her start while staring at her with total disgust evident in my eyes at the moment. "We could just but it behind us....and you could go ahead and call the news a rumour,then we could go on to leave how we used to" I heard her complete while staring seductively at me and biting her lips as well. "Yeah right..... because sorry is just meant to cut it out for everything" I started while staring at her with disgust and hatred evident in my eyes. "Even if I decide to do just that....what about the child you are carrying" I inquired,as soon as I noticed her stare back at me I shock, which made a sly grin appear against my lips

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

But then, her face contorted, snapping back to rage with her eyes flashing a fierce look. Her eyes blazed with so much resentment, deep-seated hatred, and disgust, a potent reaction that seemed to sear my skin. To be honest, her gaze was like a cold, calculated slap, leaving me feeling both intrigued and slightly unnerved. And for a moment, we both just locked eyes, the air between us thickened in a not-friendly way. Harper's face was a mask of fury, her features twisted in a scowl that seemed to deepen by the second. I could feel her anger radiating sharply towards me like heat from a fire.

I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

At the sight of Emerson's naked body. This cannot go on. It's far from what I should be doing. When you hate someone, you hate them. The clear look of disgust, the unknown glares and all those shit. There's no fucking them or wanting to fuck them again after the first time, because that's exactly what's happening. I need to stop thinking of my nails raking down his back and me beneath him with our bodies pressed to each other and go back to thinking of my fist in his face. Especially if I'll drive Emerson Ford out of here– something I won't do with this new sentiment.