Novel & Cerita Hatred In Your Heart

Tyler said. "For real bro?" Liam asked again to confirm. "Shut up!"Tyler called the waitress and ordered a drink. "It's so better here. My house now irritate me." "Really,all because of a girl?" Liam asked while checking out a girl in a pencil jeans and sleeveless top. "Yes. She has this annoying aura. Whenever I see her I get pissed immediately. Tyler explained. "I once read a book. it says you fall in love with the person you hate the most." Liam said.

I say as I felt rage eat through me as I spoke. I hated the fact that just talking about it brought that that undeniable feeling of hate,rage and hurt as i talked about the probability of me running into him. I hated the fact only his memory just made it so obvious at the fact thay I was not done with what had happened over six years ago, and I could not help it as I felt my insides constantly heating up with so much rage and anger. " I get it,but you really need to calm down okay?" I hear Brielle tiny voice say again snapping me from my train of thoughts.

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

And somewhere in that awful silence, with my cheek wet against the floor and my body emptied out by rage, one thought stayed alive longer than all the others. Hatred. Pure, clean, lucid hatred. For Sarah, the devil called my sister.

“I hope the earth splits under your feet and swallows you whole. I hope you feel what my mother once felt. But I'm not you. I won't stoop so low to do the same things you used to do." Her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw something I had never seen directed at me so nakedly: hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred, but threaded with sorrow. There was no fear softening it, no cowardice hiding behind it. Just grief that had warped into hatred and that hatred sharpened into a weapon.

“Stop pretending. You just want me to keep you company, don’t you? “The only thing you know how to do is pull cheap tricks, but you only disgust me when you do this!” I cradled my aching temple and watched as he stormed up the staircase callously. Suddenly, I could not recall how he looked when he cried and said that he would protect me forever after I suffered from postpartum hemorrhage. When my artificial heart first sent off its alarm, I was forced to queue up to buy a birthday cake for Ruby. I stood for two hours under the scorching sun, until the monitor on my wrist rang out.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,

Azalea chuckled at her cuteness and ran his hands across her soft skin. “We didn't know how to love you and hate you at the same time so we thought the best option was to leave” Alicia said with her head lowered in shame. Azalea pulled her closer to him so that she was cuddled up beside him on the other side. He kissed both their foreheads and said, “I'm sorry for putting you both in such a position, it was how I felt with you girls when we first met, I wanted you and didn't at the same time. I guess it was truly our fate, to hate and to love”

The tension in the office was high, and I felt weak. His hand came in contact with my thigh and my body reacted. He kissed me so hungrily and I responded. I looked at him and all I saw was an outburst. His hands kept moving when the door then flipped open and Mirabel was there. What the ….! Argggghhhh… I will kill this bitch. Dean retreated and frowned at Mirabel with a cold stare. He looked as though, he saw his worst enemy. While I hid my face behind Dean as he was still near me.