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…. …

Her eyes burned, not with fear, not with pain, but with something far more dangerous. Hatred.

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.

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

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.