Hatred Novels & Stories

I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands. … On our way back, I sat in the passenger seat and suddenly noticed a sticker on the seat. It said "Exclusive Seat for My Wife". I immediately found it disgusting. Theo wasn't a romantic person. Once, I wanted to hang a handmade ornament in the car, yet he thought that it would block his view while driving. So I knew that he wouldn't buy something as childish as this. It would definitely be Tiffany's purchase if it weren't his. "What do you think of it? Do you like it?" Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove.

Kaelen Pov Hatred is not loud. It does not shout or rage or bare its teeth. Hatred is patient. It sits in the chest and learns the shape of your ribs. It memorizes every slight, every stolen glance, every moment you were reminded of your place. I learned that early as a child.

Every moment had been built on lies. “I hate you,” she whispered, her voice laced with hatred. “I hate you for what you’ve done to me.” Victor’s expression didn’t waver. “No, you don’t.” Olivia’s hands curled into fists, her anger bubbling over. “You think you know me so well? That I’d just accept this? That I’d just let you get away with it?” “I think,” Victor said, stepping impossibly closer, “that you feel more for me than you want to admit. I think you’ve already let me consume you, Olivia. I think you crave me even when you hate me.”

Yet, doubt lingered in the recesses of my mind, refusing to be silenced. But then, something else overwhelmed me—a consuming hatred. It was a fiery emotion that blazed through my veins, eclipsing any flicker of doubt that remained. The thought of a child being torn away from her father, subjected to unimaginable suffering, ignited a fury within me that I couldn’t suppress. In that moment, I dispelled my doubts, allowing the flame of anger to guide my actions. Hatred had taken hold, and it clouded my judgment. All I could see was the injustice, the heart-wrenching agony that Aron had endured.

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.”

"Don't worry, my men are after your friends. You will see them again soon" Leni was beautiful, Mira thought. But there's something ugly in her that she can't fathom. She's young, Mira guessed. But she looked old and mature like an adult. Hatred truly affects people in all possible ways, in all aspects. Hate is like a cancer on the soul, slowly killing you from the inside, corrupting your whole being without you noticing. It is lethal to adopt hatred and give it residence in your heart.

I hated crying in front of him, hated looking weak, but I couldn’t stop it. Zade didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me calmly, and then, before I could protest, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. "Let me go." I mumbled, weakly hitting his chest with my fists, but he didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder this time, but he didn’t flinch, "I hate you for keeping this from me!" I cried, my fists pounding against his chest with more force, but my strength was waning, "I hate you!"

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’

" He gently turned her toward him. His smile disappeared instantly. His breathing stopped. The sister he loved... The girl whose crimson eyes had always been filled with kindness... Now stared back with overwhelming hatred. Pure. Cold. Merciless hatred. Hatred so deep... it frightened even Dane. "...Kiara?" She didn't answer. Instead... she slowly clenched her fists. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Yet every single person watching heard it. Crystal clear. "I'll make them pay." "...Tenfold." "I'll make every single one of them..."