It Took Me By Surprise The Hatred In His Eyes Novels & Stories

he stated the obvious, and I rolled my eyes. "Correction, I don't just dislike you; I hate you. I hate lazy, inconsiderate, senseless, selfish, and uncompassionate people, and you happen to fit into every category I hate. So yes, I absolutely hate you without question," I blurted out, and something about the look on his face took me aback. I could have sworn that his expression turned sad for a split second, but he quickly switched his expression back to an unreadable one, and that made me very confused and curious.

He had stopped twitching and writhing and was on his feet. I would have felt relieved about him but there was something off. His forehead glistened in sweat and his eyes were bloodshot but that was not what was surprising. What was indeed shocking was that he was glaring with hatred…hatred I had never ever seen in my life on his face. And that hatred was directed at me. While I only stared at him in shock, he pounced on me, knocking me off my feet. He was baring his teeth and his face was devoid of any sign that he even knew me.

"You should be thanking me. I could have dispatched you like them." My entire body trembled from crown to toe. "I hate you! You monster!” I spat. “I promise you, I will destroy you, for every person of mine you have destroyed, I Will make sure I take revenge!” I said heavily with my fist clenched and my eyes looked at him with hatred. Some kind of flash of light passed through his eyes. Is it Anger? Humor? I don't know, but then he smiled, which made me feel goosebumps, it was Sardonic, Cold, devilish.

“Surprised you’d want her back after another man had her.” “You wanted Mom.” I see the split-second reaction, the curl of his lip, the flash of anger in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, he smooths it over, schooling his expression. “Well, I certainly hope she isn’t pregnant,” he muses. Pausing, his eyes narrow, that familiar look of hatred swirling behind them as he fixes me with a venomous gaze. “I’d hate for you to have to see what it’s like to live with another man’s mistake.”

I'm lucky to have gotten so used to those piercing eyes that I don't feel like I've got a hole punched in my face anymore. His emotions that flickered through his eyes couldn't be defined by just one word. Shock, contempt, and relief. It seemed impossible for these emotions to exist simultaneously, but they were all in his eyes right now. And I know very well what that look means. It was a look of hatred, which I don't know why hated me when we never knew each other. But I guess, he had his own reason, huh?

I yelled right back at him. A look of surprise crossed his face as his eyes moved to the back and he yelled “Get the fuck out of this room right now” My mother hurriedly left the room as she jammed the door rushing running out He faced me back and his eyes were lost in the feelings of anger that were embedded in them. His eyes are huge from the words understand, speaking so much more than I want to hear or know The hatred in them is soul-clenching, it's so painful I felt the radiant beat of my heart as it fades

I say, putting all the contempt i can muster into my voice. Something very like fire flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment and it is gone, to be replaced with a look of pure hatred. "All that blood looks good on you" He spits the words at me, and then adds in a whisper so quite i am sure he didnt mean for me to hear "It brings out your eyes"

One moment he had been several feet away. The next, he was simply there. Waiting. Watching. "I... I..." I stammered. My throat suddenly felt dry. "Who gave you permission not to follow?" he snapped. His voice was as cold as ice. So cold that I found myself wondering if a werewolf with a face identical to mine had once caused him some great agony. Perhaps even killed someone he loved. Because nothing else could explain the hatred that seemed to flash in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I tried to straighten myself.

Almost human. "He used to say that. Your father. He used to say that hatred was easy. That love was the hard thing. The brave thing." He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't hatred. "I thought he was naive. That he'd been blinded by what she did to him. But maybe—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Maybe I was the one who couldn't see." The door at the top of the stairs opened, and light flooded down.

His cold gaze accessed me from top to bottom and lingered briefly, his eyes lingering on my bruises before looking up to meet my stare, one corner of his lips lifting slightly into a snarl. His face hardened again and I flinched, tears pooling into my eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. This wasn't going how it was supposed to go, I thought to myself miserably as I sniffled and whimpered. This isn't fair. I haven't done anything wrong! Why does he hate me?! He's supposed to be loving as a mate, yet he wasn't, he hated me for a reason I didn't understand. I could feel the hatred from his gaze. It was deep rooted, it made chills run down my spine. It made me tremble, scared. He looked..