Hatred Novels & Stories

I can’t promise, I already agreed on Kyrie to send us home tomorrow. “Baby, you know… hating someone is not good for you,” I said in a calm voice. “Why not?” Kiara asked with his eyes looking so confused at me right now. “Well, because… Hate can one day turn into anger and feeling so much anger can make us a bad person.” I didn’t know if I explained it well to my daughter but it was the best shot I could give. "Anger too much anger can lead us to hurt someone, even the people who are close to us. And we don't want that, right?"

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?!”

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!"