Hatred In Your Heart Novels & Stories

"You, you are the one who sent me on this retarded mission, the one who waded for in here fucktard to drag m -- liar cockroach! If you never gave me this rubbish assignment none of this fuckin', would have fucking happened. His eyes blazing with anger. "Liar Cockroach? you called me Cockroach, you are the one who hugged me like that small insect going to kill you and now You're just trying to shift the blame," he growled. "You're always so careless, so thoughtless. You never think about how your actions might affect others."

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

That maybe I’d found the answer. Hate. It had worked. Hatred for Finn. For our father. For the bastards overseas. For the pimps and predators who loitered in my club pretending to be businessmen. Hatred kept the noise quiet. Kept the chaos buried. As long as I kept burning, I didn’t feel the cold.

Slow. His warmth seeped into places she hadn’t realized were numb. His breath brushed the back of her neck, steady, unhurried. One hand rested over her heart, the other at her waist, anchoring her to the rhythm of now. “I’m afraid,” she said after a long while, voice raw. “That if I let myself hate them, it’ll consume everything else.” Brandon’s fingers flexed once, grounding. “Hatred isn’t grief. It’s armor.”

"Xavien, I do not know what is going on between her and that man. But I know that she will be happy to see you." So I am left with this choice, do hope and love make me turn this truck around, or does pain and failure make me look the other way. Well, I guess the choice is pretty easy. So I slam the pedal, and I drive as fast as I can. I better not regret this. Regret is a word for a fool, but so is hatred. A feeling that is only but a façade. A mere whisper of yourself. Hiding behind eyes of deceit. It breaks through your barriers of a layered heart. It lays waste with only but the lashing of a tongue. It is an evil that consumes you. It drives the mind. It is easily spoken and far easier t

Or care for his two faced heart or a timid soul? "I don't want to be a part of your life, talk to you, spend time with you, or let your sinned self had a shadow on my heart. I hate you, hate you beyond words and explanation. My heart has left the crooked, poisonous routes and toxic people. My heart is learning to hate you it will soon also learn to forget you." I spoke in a furious, mad yet confident voice. His eyes had already lost all its shine. I was shocked the moment my eyes met his eyes...They were moist.

, Rebel did this just to irritate him, he had gone overboard this time despite Siddharth’s strict warning No matter how much it's laced with hatred, love can't be this cruel.. or can it? All Hearts !!

Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone. “I thought that people could change! That they had good hearts and they were sweet and I was the one doing it all wrong.” I remembered Seven-year-old Danielle who did not understand why her mother would Lock her in her room and not feed her for days, then I remember how I would analyze fourteen-year-old Danielle and try to make sense of why this woman was investing so much in someone she hated so much.

Such a evil man should not dwell here on Earth. Many scary stories were told about him. I did not want to spend the rest of my life with a such monster. “You scared us , Rania” mother said, holding my hand tightly. She cried so much that her eyes were dark. The physician was still present in the room. I saw her mixing some of those bitters herbs again. I hated them as much as I hated prince Ivar. “Has father change his mind?” I asked , looking at her to see if there was a ray of hope.

“You’re so afraid of being human, Grayson. But you already are.” She reached for the door handle — but froze when his voice cut through the air. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. “That’s why I’m like this.” That stopped her. Her hand slipped from the handle. Slowly, she turned back to him. And for the first time, there was no fire in her eyes. Only a quiet sadness. A softness that gutted him. “Then stop hurting yourself too.” The words hung between them — heavier than anything else tonight.