Novel & Cerita Hatred In Your Heart

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.

“I hate you.” Three words. Simple. Final. The door slammed behind them. Silence swallowed the room. I stood there alone. Hands shaking. Breathing uneven. I hate you. The words echoed louder than any shout. And for the first time since this whole nightmare began… I felt something colder than anger. Not heartbreak. Not jealousy. Something harder. If she hated me now… Then maybe I didn’t have to hold back anymore.

They are finding opportunities to fight over that little things. Mishty looked at Siddharth as he was starting her as if he would eat her alive. Unknown hatred filled their hearts for each other. "Sid, please don't start again. Let's leave." Mihir pleaded as he noticed both. "Mishty, please. Let's meet tomorrow." Mihir asked her to go. "Learn some manners from your friend" Mishth couldn't keep her taunts to herself as Siddharth looked at her in super anger.

Her face looked like she saw a ghost. "I hated Hannah like you do, why did you think we had bad blood ? I hated her even more for making you cry. It's pathetic that I fell in love with her but you don't have the right to open your mouth and tell me who's shoes I have to be in." I walked up to her with a manic look in my eyes. "That woman killed my best friend when I was in highschool. Of course I hated her. I even wanted to kill her when you went out of your mind." I took a handful of Olivia's chin and made her look into my eyes as her mouth made a pout.

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

"Don't be so highly slut, when you can spread our legs before him then what's the problem with me, I will pay you well, just let me enjoy your holes" “Hatred is a blade which has edges on both sides and when we lower it into someone's chest, it wounds not only them but us too and who can know this better than you. Hate and revenge can give us nothing but destruction but unfortunately, they are not in our control. I can understand what you were feeling at that time because I am going through the same fire but I don't want to be blind to it.” She poured out what she was holding inside her making him stiff. He placed his hand on his chest as he felt merciless pain clenching his heart.

Fear is a weapon if you know how to use it. I look out across the others. Their faces are hollowed by exhaustion. But some of them… some of them burn with something deeper. Hate. That’s what I’m looking for. Not the blind, childish kind—but the cold, sharp-edged hate born from knowing your enemy. From watching them destroy everything you loved. “Wolves are not your brothers,” I say, loud enough for every one of them to hear. “They are not misunderstood. They are not noble. They are monsters. And monsters don’t deserve mercy.”

Was it too much to ask? Maybe we were never meant to be together. Maybe our hearts weren't meant for each other. There was just so much distrust, hate and pain. Crystal didn't know how to deal with this epiphany. I know that Landon also knew this. He knew that I was hurting that his sore treatment wounded my heart. There was just so much misery that weighed us down. After what I did, I knew after what I did, he hated me, but I thought his hatred would soon die when we lived together. I love him. His heart will move by my love, but how wrong was i. His hatred seems to grow even more.