How To Hate Novels & Stories

'Looking at the sky, it makes me want to curse it for some reason' Indeed, Herald is just a normal person who hold anger withing his own thoughs as he doesn't want to be hated by other who he respects but then... things are not the way it used to be. 'Hah...' He put his hand on his face as he tried to calm himself and not make any reckless move. The truth is, Hatred is within our body and mind. It is always there. I is never gone. Even so, it can be hidden. It can be manage so that no one will be hurt. Because the hatred itself is truly dangerous. One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist.

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.

This must stop, whatever is going on between us is very wrong. "Believe to her, then. No one stopping you, in fact, that's what I wanted," I said. He looked confused now. "What? Aliyah, what are you talking about?" I looked him in his eyes. "I want you to hate me, I want you to be mad at me. I want to be bad in your eyes, I don't want you looking at me with love and kindness. I want you to look at me with hatred and disgust. Do you understand me, Henry? Hate me please, just hate me. Walk away from me from now on," I said then turned my back to him.

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

What he felt for them all that moment was hate and one thing about when he hated was the fact changed his entire make-up and how he would see them from henceforth, hate made him reckless till gradually it suffocated every bit of emotions he had for them. He never let himself hate for that reason because once he did he didn't know how to control it. But right now, he could say he hated something. He hated the Eastern Colony and the fact they were trying to make him feel like a fool. Hatred fucking burned deep inside his heart and he could feel every bit of it,it felt like he was getting punched in the guts, and being stabbed over and over again. "What do you have to say about all this?" F

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level. I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

~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.

He said as he try to defend himself. "Hahahaha... Shit! Who like to be in relationship? When women doesn't don't give a damn about it. It's not our fault they throw themselves to us. What do they expect? Just leave it? Nah it's wasteful to ignore those girls" I said while I took a gulp of water from my glass. "Nah! Did you ever think one day getting settled down and have kids?" Blake as me all the sudden and I almost choked from water I drink. I even spatted it making some of water flew in the air.

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him. Jasper's reactions were always intense, though. He'd get frustrated, hit me until exhaustion set in, and I'd tease and laugh at him, watching with a mix of fascination and disdain as his pale skin turned red with anger. Why did I torment him like that? Was it because I genuinely hated him? But why do I hate him in the first place? The answer is simple: his father. Not his stepfather, but his biological one – Tobias Richter. Just hearing his name makes my stomach twist into knots, filling me with anxiety as I desperately try to suppress the memories that are threatening to surface.