La Grondement Du Haine Novels & Stories

Crashing against the ground with a sharp, violent crack. The sound echoed through the empty corridor. Everything was falling apart. Because of her. Because of Rue. My nails dug into my palms again until it hurt. “I won’t lose to you…” The words came out low. “I’ll make you regret this.” My eyes burned with hatred. “You’re my enemy now.”

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

he groans, his voice rough and low. I can see his muscles flexing, his hands digging into her hips as he pounds into her. She’s practically screaming now, “Yes, yes, Leone, don’t stop!” and it’s like they’re both forgetting I’m even here. My nails dig into my palms, drawing blood, and I’m cursing under my breath, muttering, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

Still grasping Rene's shoulders in a tight grip, he shakes him hard causing Rene's head to wobble back and forth from the force, but Rene is still stuck in the mental haze that he cannot break out from. “I hate you!” He screams at the top of his lungs, his chest rapidly rising and falling. “You hate me?” Lyrien seethes, “ Answer me!” He clenches out, his anger completely out of control, the vein in his neck bulging and throbbing rapidly. “Yes!” Rene cries out, his glassy hazel gaze locking with Lyrien's that are almost pitched black.

Blood smeared across her skin as he tightened his hold, his face contorted in rage. “You abandoned us!” he roared. “You let us die!” Hana thrashed against his grip, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face. Her mother stepped forward, her voice like nails scraping against glass. “You’re no better than the monster you sleep beside. You let him slaughter us, and now you stand by his side while your pack lies in ruins.” The world around her spun violently, the sky darkening as if the very air was collapsing in on itself. Shadows twisted around her parents, their forms growing monstrous, their voice overlapping into a cacophony of accusations and hatred.

Olivia has loved Joseph for as long as she can remember. Their love has survived childhood, distance, misunderstandings, and the cruel circumstances that once threatened to tear them apart. But just when Olivia believes she can finally have the life she has always dreamed of, everything changes. Joseph has a twin brother, Jordan—and unlike Joseph, Jordan has never wanted Olivia anywhere near his family. His hatred for her runs deeper than she could ever understand. When old wounds are reopened and secrets begin to surface, Olivia finds herself caught between the love she has always cherished and the hatred of a man determined to make her pay for a past she never asked for. S

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Disgustingly, I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact Ronan might be losing interest in me or that the remaining hours of my papa’s life were ticking down on the timeclock. The most revolting part of the scenario didn’t have to do with either of those things. As Ronan’s back disappeared from view, taking his “fucks” and the smell of the forest with him, a sense of loneliness took his place—a solitude Yulia’s presence couldn’t fill. “Je le hais. Tu le hais. Nous le haïssons.” I hate him. You hate him. We hate him. I stared at the ceiling, wearily conjugating French verbs in the most amusing way I could muster.

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.