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His anger also made him leave the office, he didn't go to the condominium, he went to his house, throughout the day, he was at the door, so tired and frustrated, all of a sudden, he missed the one woman, he said he hates and could punish for every little mistake she made.

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.

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

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

~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.

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

All the more reason to hate him. I should have put it into my brain. Men like Santi's caliber would never settle with a single woman. My anger only overflowed at the thought. I can't believe I gave myself to an asshole. “Why are you asking? Is he your type?” He said in shock. I frowned at him. "Of course not!" "Well, it should be. Because you know Ivory, don't you? She does not accept defeat! And she really hates when something is taken away from her!”