Hatred Novels & Stories

And then the voice of my mate, now unaffected by mate bond projected out of mirror: "Now that I am freed of the shackles of the mate bond, I can tell you how I really feel about you, Marcellus. I hate you, Marcellus; I hate you so much. Don’t ever forget that. I hate you almost as much as I hate Malleteagan. I hate the air you breathe. I hate the ground you step on. I hate and loathe you, Marcellus. I hate every cell and atom that forms you and each fragment of life which runs through your body and soul. I hate your existence. I hate the moment I met you. I hate that you are breathing the same air as I do. You are the most disgusting, repulsive, revolting and pathetic man I have ever met.” A

“Yes, your… lapse in judgment. Ugly business. But not unsalvageable.” My jaw tightened. “You think she’ll forget? That she’ll look at me without seeing filth?” He sipped his drink, unbothered. “No, she won’t forget. But hatred? Hatred is useful. Anger can twist into curiosity. Pain can bend into trust. You just have to play the right cards.” “She hates me,” I muttered, voice raw. “Every look, every breath around me—she hates me.” “Good,” he said simply. “Hatred is fire. Fire can be controlled. What you should fear is silence.”

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.

'Looking at the sky, it makes me want to curse it for some reason' Indeed, Herald is just a normal person who hold anger withing his own thoughs as he doesn't want to be hated by other who he respects but then... things are not the way it used to be. 'Hah...' He put his hand on his face as he tried to calm himself and not make any reckless move. The truth is, Hatred is within our body and mind. It is always there. I is never gone. Even so, it can be hidden. It can be manage so that no one will be hurt. Because the hatred itself is truly dangerous. One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist.

Julian’s POV Her face seemed pale, “I hate the dark..and I don’t know what’s in there” she said in a faint tone “Trust me..you’ll be fine” I said, holding onto her gently. I was sure she wanted nothing to do with the darkness, I mean, I hated the dark once before but the moment I accepted it, I knew it was for the best. I came to become one with the darkness after years of being scared of it, it all happened twenty years ago,

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

"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

____________________ ~ 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