Passionate Hate Novels & Stories

I sighed. "Then you aren't ready to have her back. Behind every love, there is hate. This hate can come in diverse ways, it can be greed, anger, discontentment etcetera. I'm sorry to say this, but yours came in as hate itself or would I say, greed. You wanted more than you already had, you wanted Sophia because you felt she could give you what you wanted. We can't know Rick's hate until we find out, and sitting out asses without doing anything won't help either."

Derek's rough thumb gently stroked her burning cheek, and he sighed in resignation, "I understand. I really do. Ms. Hartley, I can help you." "No, I can't." Tabitha's tears fell like broken beads, dropping onto Derek's neck. Derek gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions, "Ms. Hartley, is it because of that person? You still love him, which is why you refuse others?" "No, absolutely not because of him," Tabitha bit her teeth, her tone full of resentment, "I despise him." "Often, deep hatred stems from intense love. Your hatred for him might be because you once loved him deeply."

His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

She lost several years chasing happiness when it was waiting for her the whole time. Anthony was just a Chapter of her life who came for a brief period to teach her a lesson about how emotions should never be forced. We as human beings don't respond well to being forced into something. The same thing happened with Anthony. It made him a cruel, selfish, and abusive person when he was neither of those. Hate is a strong feeling. It changes the whole wiring of your brain. Your perception is no longer yours to control. It is driven solely by hate. So when he asks her to forgive him she does. "She forgives Anthony." for every single thing he did intentionally and unintentionally.

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.

she finally responded, her voice barely above a whisper "Because hate, like love, is a passionate emotion. And maybe, in our twisted, messed-up way, we're confusing one for the other" I felt a sharp pang in my chest at her words. Her attempt to rationalize our actions, to compartmentalize the raw, overwhelming emotions we were feeling, was like a punch to the gut. But I wasn't ready to let it go. Not yet. "Or maybe" I retorted, my voice resolute despite the frantic pounding of my heart "we're not muddling anything at all. Maybe it's not about hate. Maybe it's about two people who, in the face of everything, can't deny the force that pulls them together"

Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone. “I thought that people could change! That they had good hearts and they were sweet and I was the one doing it all wrong.” I remembered Seven-year-old Danielle who did not understand why her mother would Lock her in her room and not feed her for days, then I remember how I would analyze fourteen-year-old Danielle and try to make sense of why this woman was investing so much in someone she hated so much.

“Yeah, you caught me, I guess. I should be honest then. I love him. I am head over heels in love with him. And when it was first mentioned to me that he could be even the slightest bit involved with Passion's death, it broke my heart into a million tiny pieces. I needed to know the truth. Heck, I became obsessed with knowing the truth. Although even in the process, somewhere deep inside me, I clung to the faith I have in the man I love. So no, I'm not just close to him in a way..I love him. I guess Passion did too.” He inhaled sharply, something dark and sinister flashing in his eyes. “Passion didn't know what love was. She was young, naive, and searching for a saviour. He took advantage of

sign with her fingers. Angela was so pissed, her face turned red. She could kill someone at this point.

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur