Hatred Novels & Stories

She flinched when he slammed the other palm beside her head before thrusting his face closer to hers, intently watching her eyes with disdain and deep animosity. "I despise you, each time I see you I feel the urge to remove your existence for good. You disgust me, Aurora Clifford, so much that only I know how I spend that year with your clingy ass!" She didn't really care about the words he said about her past self, it didn't hurt her like it would have if he had said in the past but now she just wanted to know the reason of his hatred, she had never done anything to him then why? "Hate is really a small word, I loathe you, I detest you, and I am fucking waiti

He is mad… who won’t be? After someone unfolds all the hatred you had within you. Your own mind will think of all the hatred you bury deep within your heart. “You manage to ruin your friend's life. You stole his lover, stole his happiness, you even stole his life” I did not know that hatred could grow into this. So much hatred… so much jealousy… just like what I was back then… Jealousy is really a scary thing… “And all that is left for you to end your game is to wipe out the blood you hated so much after you make her miserable as well”

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

Matvei. Love is something I have never desired—never wanted to feel, not after I lost my brother. That part of me died with him. But hatred? Hatred is different. Hatred is alive. It breathes inside me, sharp and restless. It fuels me so fucking much that I can’t help myself when this monster of a father tries to lay a hand on someone I care about. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. It curled in the air like smoke, laced with the one thing I thrive on—fear.

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.

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.

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."