Hatred Novels & Stories

"Good to know that. And Kim Tanawat, do you think I care? No..I will never. So you better stop and wipe your tears. Dad is here. We are going for my Grandma's party. So get ready. And remember he is not your Dad. He is my Dad. So don't you dare address him as your Dad when speaking to me." "AROON, I HATE YOU ! W..why can't you just k..kill me ? Please kill me already and end...this." Dae said sobbing. "No. I won't let you die so easily. You should suffer for all that you have done to me. You will soon hate me more." "pêe chaai, I don't know what I have done. I have never done something bad to you. Please tell me the reason for your hatred." Dae said, now sobbi

The King had summoned me to his study probably to talk about the wedding. “I thought you need to see the CCTV on the Carnival,” said my right-hand man. “I don't think there's any reason to see it,” I said dismissing him with a flick of my eyes. He cleared his throat, hesitating. “It was Mendez,” I stiffened, my fingers had paused on buttoning my dress shirt as I passed a hand over my face, suddenly feeling exhausted. In my world people who bore hatred in their hearts are different from the people who were just angry. Hatred could be decisive, driving someone into the edge where black and white meet. While anger was mainly driven

He’s a shit. A shit that I hated the most

“Would it be wrong if I thought he was dead? I’ve been holding myself back for so long not to make my grudge grow. I want to rip their throats out.” Terrence chuckled. “How did my little wolf rip the human’s neck?” “You think I dare not do that?” I asked annoyed. “I doubt that, mate. You can’t tear someone apart with a vengeance that overwhelms you.” “Why so? Isn’t it precisely a person’s great hatred that can become uncontrollable?” I asked then. “It will only hurt yourself, like yesterday.”

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.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your e

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur

Hatred bubbled in my guts. All I had to do was make him disappear.

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

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”