La Grondement Du Haine Novels & Stories

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.

December, 1996. Nathan just returned back to his home from his older brother’s. They were brothers only bond by blood, but each carrying an unsettling scores against each other. To Raymond, Nathan was the golden son who had inherited a throne and immediately let it slip through his fingers. To Nathan, Raymond was the reason their father’s hair had turned white overnight- a man so blinded by his own bitterness that he couldn’t see the ghost of the debt Nathan had paid to keep him out of a cage.

I knew she was a little spitfire but she was crossing the line minions were minions they do not get to give me advice or threats Crossing my hands under my breasts, giving them a forward shove, I marched their angry stare with my evil ones” And what is the problem with that?” They all flinched at the sound of my voice, Mercy and Hannah shifted back a little but Anna stood her ground I figured she was the one with the grievances

He grabs my collar and shoves me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my senses. Pain radiates through my back, but I can’t afford to focus on that now. I scramble to my feet, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I see Zayden rising as well, his face twisted in rage. The sight of Amelia, still on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks, fuels my fury.

His hips slαmmed into me like he wαs trying to bury every ounce of αnger‚ every ounce of hαte‚ deep inside my womb. "You’re mine‚" he growled. "Sαy it." "No‚" I whispered. He rαmmed into me so hαrd the bed frαme crαcked. "Sαy. It." "I FUCKING hαte you." He drαgged me up αgαinst his chest‚ still inside me‚ αnd bit the side of my neck until I cried out. "Then hαte me while I fuck the truth out of you."

in her own way, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I cannot name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a daughter who is not her own, even a daughter she raised out of obligation, out of duty, out of interest, out of fear, I hated myself, Élianor, I hated myself, and I still hate myself, every day, every hour, every minute, every second, since I recovered my memory, since I know who I am, where I come from, where I am going, what I did, what I was, what I am, what I will be, since I know that I abandoned you, left you, forgot you, you, my daughter, my baby

ZAHIR I could feel the weight of my past burdens pressing against my chest, suffocating me in their relentless grip. Voices, like daggers of agony, pierced through the fabric of my thoughts, tearing at the fragile remains of my sanity. They echoed in my ears, a relentless chorus of hatred and fear. I could hear their shouts, their screams—the humans who had come to kill us, to extinguish our kind. Their harsh voices reverberated within me, an incessant symph weony of torment.

A DARK ROOM. A figure sat on the bare ground, his head facing the ground but the loud panting and groans from him could be heard and were so loud that they covered the whole room. He was breathing so heavily as he slowly raised his head up, bone cracking sounds could be heard as his head raised and when it was finally up, a pair of totally blazing red eyes that seemed like hell itself could be seen. And in those eyes, laid extreme pain, anguish and above all, hate.

I thundered, my voice shaking with anger and fear. My father's voice was cold and detached, devoid of any parental love or concern. "Point of correction, Olivia, we don't dislike you - we hate you. We hate you with every fiber of our being. You're nothing but a disgrace to our family and a waste of space." His words struck me like a thunderclap, piercing my heart and filling me with pain, rejection, and hatred. I felt like I'd been cut into pieces by a two-edged sword, the agony so intense that I collapsed to the ground, whimpering, and struggled to scream. The room seemed to spin around me, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair.

The ground beneath them began to crack open. Lena stumbled backward. “What does that mean?” Her voice came out thin. Terrified. No one answered. Because no one knew. The red streets split apart beneath their feet like shattered glass. Massive cracks spread across the roads. Buildings trembled. Windows exploded. The entire city screamed. That was the only way Lena could describe it. The world itself sounded alive. And angry. Tess dropped to her knees. “No no no no no—”