Hatred Novels & Stories

His mom had made the mistake of asking him to go shopping for her wedding gown with her, he knew she had just wanted to bond them but riding in that limousine with her that day was one of the most treacherous day of his life, the scenes of how she hurt him kept playing in his mind, he had shut his eyes to block away her presence but then she had spoke to him, he had pretended not to hear her and then she had touched him, her touch had electrocuted him but she didn't know. Hatred burns deep in his heart and he had sworn that day to make her feel the pains she made him feel, to make her feel lonely like he had been. His hatred for

“Then, just believe me when I say that the less you know, the safer it is for you. All you need to know right now is that this stays between us and my father needs to believe we still hate each other. Got it?” “Yes,” I reply. I furrow my eyebrows and ask, “Can I see, again?” I catch the shame that flashes in his eyes and he says, “I don’t want you to look at them.” “Why not?” I ask. “Because they’re ugly and disturbing and it’s the part of me I hate most,” he answers. “I don’t hate any part of you. I hate the man that put them there and I hate that you had to go through that but I don’t hate the scars, and I don’t think they’re ugly either.” He searches my eyes for something and then without

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

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

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.

"From the moment you peeked at me when I was peeing, I wanted to kill you. Anger and hatred is also a kind of feeling." Evangeline's smile froze on her face.

I hadn’t realized how shameless he could be. "I don’t hate you. I feel disgusted by you and nothing else," I replied with a cold stare. Yes, I admit that initially, I despised him. I loathed his betrayal and the disregard for our years together. Worse, he chose to be with someone whom I regarded as a best friend. But that anger has since waned. Now devoid of love for him, even hatred felt like too much effort. With the absence of love, there can be no hate. I couldn’t even muster the energy to hate him.

Far enough to run if I need to. "Say it," he says softly. "No." "Nyra. . ." "I can't fully hate you." The words tear out of me like a confession. "I can't hate you and it terrifies me more than anything else. More than the Council. More than Dorian. More than my own power." "Why does it terrify you?" "Because hate is simple. Hate is safe. Hate means I can keep fighting without wondering if I'm destroying something that matters." "And if you can't hate me?"