Rising Out Of Hatred Novels & Stories

And this time… It wasn’t fueled by jealousy alone. It was fueled by hatred.

I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

Angeline sighed. “To be honest with you, I hate her more than you do. From the first time she hurt me, the hatred I had for her had been buried deep within me. Every time she hurt me, the seed of hatred that I had planted in me was watered and fertilized, making my hatred grow stronger and stronger. “Ultimately, all the hatred in me grew into a gigantic tree, seeping into every fiber and flesh of my being. To unearth such hatred is the same as crushing my body into pieces. How agonizing would that be?”

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

he said in his harsh dominating voice with a tense jaw while moving the back of his fingers on my cheeks. His declaration made breathing hard for me. My chest heaved with this unknown weight. His words started closing all the open doors of escape for me. From his dominating statements, I knew I had nowhere to escape but my stubborn heart refused to accept defeat before a proper fight. "I hate you," I said what my heart screamed. He sneers, listening to me evilly.

" After all you did to my family, you deserve to be here. You should've been given a life sentence. I can't believe it was much more shorter than that." He sniggered, but his eyes still held venom. I can't believe this, he doesn't even feel any remorse! " Now listen to me young lady... If I get out of here, I'm going to make you pay." He growled at me. I chuckled despite myself. " Get out of here? You're not getting out of here. If it's possible for me to, I would kill you myself, here. You monster." " You would even dare." Anger boiled in me, hatred consuming me. " Try me." I growled back.

The most stupid thing I've ever heard. "You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile. "You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

I might fall in love. Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

Perhaps there was a sliver of hope that I could transcend the legacy of hatred and forge a new path. In that moment, I realized that it was not just their hatred that defined me. It was my response, my actions, and my determination to rewrite the narrative that would ultimately shape their perception. I had a choice to make—to succumb to the weight of their disdain or to rise above it, proving that I could be more than the sum of my lineage.