Hatred Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mother’s face grew red with anger as she yelled, "Where the hell have you been? First, you hit your sister, then you get fired from your job, then you go missing all weekend, and on top of that, you never gave me my money!" The hallway descended into a heavy, tense silence following her furious words, with everyone anxiously waiting to see how I would respond. Nama was visibly getting angry, which caused my blood to boil with frustration. I took a deep breath and declared, "I didn't get fired from work, and Brandy deserves that punch and so much more." Brandy immediately shot back, "You're a liar. I talked to your boss, and he fired you." Before I could respond, my mother interjected shar

Hate her. The very thought of her makes my pulse hammer in my ears. I can taste the metallic sweetness of pure hatred on my tongue right now — sharp as acid, bitter as burnt coffee, sweet as revenge. I could kill her, and it wouldn’t even feel like a crime. It would feel like setting something right.

Her dark brown hair flowed down her shoulder. Adrian felt his heart beating rapidly again. But this time there was something in her eyes. They were much cold, harsher, and definitely held hatred in them. Which he knew was directed at him. He immediately stood up and looked away knowing how much it hurt seeing the person whose eyes used to be filled with love were now filled with hate instead. Regina turned to look at her and internally fumed how powerful she looked. She too shared this quality with Adrian that no one could guess what they were thinking.

It was common knowledge who her father was a corrupt politician that dug his own grave by working for minataur. Raven's pov I saw red at Seth's words.white hot blinding rage that consumed every fiber of my being. My eyes a blood chilling red. That was a low blow talking about my family was always the one way to set me off. Luke warned me about letting my emotions getting the best of me. " you must be cool and detached not letting your enemies getting you to react' don't fear those that boast but fear the calm the calm don't need to boast because the calm already knows what there going to do".

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

"I just saved your ass, and even for someone with a rotten character like yours, I expected you to thank me for it. " My lips turn up in a half-smirk and I fold my arms against my chest. "I'll never thank you for anything, Ford. Never. " "You shouldn't mess around with men like that, Carson. " He responds instead. "Then who should I mess around with? You? I'll pass, jerk face. I don't think that small thing in your pants is capable of satisfying me. " Hatred can be good. With hatred, there's anger and with anger, you can hide your real issues. With anger, you can easily put up on an act. Hating Emerson Ford doesn't only please m

I even spatted it making some of water flew in the air. "Gezz your disgusting!" Blake hissed at me. "Hey hey! It's not my fault! Don't throw that kind of questions on me. My goodness I think I'm going to have heart attach from it!" I said dramatically from him. "Seriously did you?" Usher pushed the topic still to me. Making my eyes all wide looking both of them. "Are you both serious?!" I asked them in wide eyes. Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance.

It was filled with hatred and disgust. He repeated, "Disgusting?"

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"