Hatred Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad's voice was filled with anger, and I had never seen him this upset over something so trivial. It felt like he was hiding something or was scared of something. Anger bubbled up inside me; I had just arrived, and he couldn’t let me enjoy a simple conversation with my brother. "Can you please stop? Can you tell me one moment you’ve ever been proud of us?" I shouted as I stepped closer to him. He clenched his fists before responding. "You're right. I've never been proud of you because you’ve never given me a reason to be." His words shattered my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore; I was done with this.

said Arjun calmly making Siddharth more furious at his taunts. Mishty found it wise to leave the place in silence when Siddharth and Arjun started their eye war again. After all, she has only 15 minutes left to reach for her interview. Siddharth and Arjun didn't bother to fight with Mishty more as they were already stressed out with this encounter. Siddharth gets back to his car followed by Arjun. Both leave the place not before murdering them with glares once again. The more they try to show their anger through their eyes, the more the pain inside pops out overpowering the anger. That's the sole reason they turned colder to hide their emotions deep inside where no one could find them.

~Amber’s POV~ What is hate? Hate (noun): intense or passionate dislike. Hate (noun): a feeling of strong aversion or intense hostility toward someone or something. Hate (verb): to feel extreme animosity or disgust for; to despise utterly. Hate (noun): the emotion of wishing to actively harm or destroy another person, fueled by rage, resentment, or perceived betrayal. Hate (noun): the opposite of love; a consuming fire that replaces affection with the desire for retribution.

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

Yet he had just spoken such hurtful words without hesitation. Hatred really could make someone cruel.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

[I hate you] END.

Hatred against Lisa surged in her mind to such an extent that she wanted to tear her apart. Daniel Brooke's every movement on her body was like someone was scratching her wounds again and again. But clenching her fists, she endured all the uneasiness quietly as if she wanted to increase the level of her hatred towards Lisa. At that moment, she decided to destroy Lisa completely. Then only the fire of hatred in her heart will subside.

Afraid, she launched a pillow in his direction, but it missed. He was already close. He grabbed her throat violently and slammed her on the duvet. He leaned against her body and whispered in her ear. “I hate your kind, you're nothing but a measly human. Don't feel so special. If you're going to be my wife, I also have my rule. “Never come 10 feet close to me, or your head will roll.” He let go of her and stood straight. Ariel's breath hitched, she was panting hard. She was terrified.

Something that looked almost like vulnerability, the crack in a warrior's armor that revealed the person beneath. "I feel it," he said, and his voice came out rough, scraped raw by an emotion that had no name in the language of combat he had learned. "The hatred. It is not directed at us. It is directed at everything. At the room. At the Academy. At the world that made this possible and then pretended it did not happen."