Hatred In Your Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

'Looking at the sky, it makes me want to curse it for some reason' Indeed, Herald is just a normal person who hold anger withing his own thoughs as he doesn't want to be hated by other who he respects but then... things are not the way it used to be. 'Hah...' He put his hand on his face as he tried to calm himself and not make any reckless move. The truth is, Hatred is within our body and mind. It is always there. I is never gone. Even so, it can be hidden. It can be manage so that no one will be hurt. Because the hatred itself is truly dangerous. One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist.

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

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.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

“Yes, your… lapse in judgment. Ugly business. But not unsalvageable.” My jaw tightened. “You think she’ll forget? That she’ll look at me without seeing filth?” He sipped his drink, unbothered. “No, she won’t forget. But hatred? Hatred is useful. Anger can twist into curiosity. Pain can bend into trust. You just have to play the right cards.” “She hates me,” I muttered, voice raw. “Every look, every breath around me—she hates me.” “Good,” he said simply. “Hatred is fire. Fire can be controlled. What you should fear is silence.”

Kaelen Pov Hatred is not loud. It does not shout or rage or bare its teeth. Hatred is patient. It sits in the chest and learns the shape of your ribs. It memorizes every slight, every stolen glance, every moment you were reminded of your place. I learned that early as a child.

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my

“ Maevis… you told me a god can be killed if another god would perish… right? “ Hatred, that is one of the thing that all should avoid having. For it can corrupt your mind and heart. but did anyone not told you how all things can be powerful and harmful in a wrong person? just like that… hatred may be dangerous, but if given to the right one, it can be the urge to make some impossible things be possible. “ But with you right now… can you even consider your self as one ? “ Is it arrogance? Or is it just a warning for something that may surely be done? “ To that person that brings me nothing but misery… to the one that I am afraid I cant even call as a person… you are nothing but a monster tha