The Hate You Give Books Novels & Stories

he said pulling back putting space between us. " oh and who might that be?" I asked his gaze became hard his golden eyes taking on a shade of red." Don't use your v.a.n.g.u.a.r.d techniques on me raven" he warns." and besides you already know who that is". I sighed " can't you let even one person who's wronged you live" he glanced at me his eyes returning to there natural colour. " I've given you plenty of chances he glanced at me," you used to be one of us but now" he turns away in disgust after looking at me" now your working for them you left me but i understand why you did im not the heartless bastard you think i am"He says.

Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

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he replied, sounding almost dismissive. My jaw clenched, feeling a surge of anger and disappointment. "You disgust me, Brian. Truly. For all the hurt you’ve caused—deliberate or not—know that it will haunt you. Every decision you make, every regret you ignore, will eventually catch up with you. Mark my words, Brian," I told him, voice low but firm, filled with an unshakeable resolve.

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.

"I'd like to read it sometime soon." "I was going to force you too either way." I shrugged. "Oh and we also have to get Colleen Hoovers new book, It Starts With Us. You know, I feel bad about it but I still love Ryle. Hate him for what he did to Lily but I feel like they were perfect for each other in some way, you know? Like, yes, he abused Lily and literally almost raped her, that's why I also have hatred for him, but he was just so loving. The way she wrote him it's hard not to fall out of love with him." When he wasn't responding to anything I said, I looked up from my plate and saw him just staring at me with a smile.

“We just don’t talk about it. It’s normal to want to hurt people who hurt us.” He hadn’t been making sense. “Did you hurt someone?” “You take all those drops of hate and put them in a bottle. Drop by drop. Hate doesn’t evaporate—it’s like oil. Then one day, the bottle is full.” “What happens then?” “It has to be emptied.” “Bobby, did you hurt someone?” “How else do you get rid of the hate?” He had tugged at his cuffs. They had been stained—dark, unmistakable. “Is that blood, Bobby?”

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.

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.

Seeing her there brought a warmth to my chest, but that warmth was quickly replaced by rage. Bits and pieces of the last twenty-four hours slammed into me like shards of glass. The dinner. The strange bitter taste in my wine. The way my vision blurred before everything went black. And then Jaden’s voice. Shouts. The cold rush of fear as I struggled to breathe. I remembered it all. And I remembered something else too: Leah’s face. That smug, conniving expression she wore whenever she thought she’d won. My blood boiled. For too long, I had played the role of the kind philanthropist, the woman who turned the other cheek. But Leah had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. She didn’t just