Novel & Cerita Hatred In Your Heart

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest twisting into something darker. Love had turned to hatred. And I was ready to burn everything to the ground.

"Don't worry, my men are after your friends. You will see them again soon" Leni was beautiful, Mira thought. But there's something ugly in her that she can't fathom. She's young, Mira guessed. But she looked old and mature like an adult. Hatred truly affects people in all possible ways, in all aspects. Hate is like a cancer on the soul, slowly killing you from the inside, corrupting your whole being without you noticing. It is lethal to adopt hatred and give it residence in your heart.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

My words hung heavy in the air, a warning wrapped in a promise that seemed to amplify the tension in the clearing. But Maya remained silent, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. Her eyes bore into mine, holding a mixture of fear and something else—a burning hatred that caught me off guard. And then she spoke, her words dripping with venom, "I hate you so much." I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and menacing. Her hatred was a bittersweet reminder of the tangled web of emotions between us. The corners of my lips curled into an evil smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the complex power struggle that had become our reality.

Reminded me of every scar, every bruise inside and out. I wouldn't always try to see the good in people. I hate it. I hate this. I hate my life. I hate this room. I hate him. I hate him. I hate... Alessandro. I hate him. The words repeated in my mind like a curse, like a mantra. Hatred made the air easier to breathe, even if it tasted like rust. It kept the fear at bay. It was the only thing left that still felt real.

Pain flashed briefly across Ryder’s face at her name. Good. At least that wound still existed. “I hated you.” The confession hung in the air. Simple. Ugly. Honest. “I hated you so much that eventually it became easier than breathing.” Silence. The crowd listened. Ryder listened. Even Kharl watched quietly. For the first time in years, nobody interrupted me. Nobody argued. Nobody tried to change my mind. Because there was nothing left to change. I laughed again. This time without humor. “The problem with hatred is that eventually it becomes all you have.”

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.