Novel & Cerita The Irony Of Becoming What You Once Hated

The first time I felt real hatred was that day and it was directed at my father. The same man who was looking at me like I was nothing. “She was weak. I had to be sure you weren’t.” I buried my mother in a grave I dug with my own hands. But I learned something that day. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to become worse than him. More powerful. More wicked. More heartless. I had to become the thing which would kill him the same way he killed my mother. I looked at the crumpled paper in my hand. In his words. Love them the way I would have.

Those tears I dropped in the street were tears of hopelessness, pent-up depression in the form of fluid, and, for some peculiar reason, those tears also contained a sly amount of satisfaction. An insignificant person like me leaving a trail of chaos? An irrelevant speck causing noticeable damage to society? Although exaggerated, I find that thought oddly satisfying. I feel like a villain mistreated by the world finally getting his revenge. I've always hated this world but, I never once sought revenge. Even now, I don't. I just want my own little world, and my parents have to be part of that world, yet the world I currently live in seems to be doing everything it can to prevent what I want. T

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

demon because the whole world was demons and they had treated me like one already so I had to be what they thought I was, What else could I do? Life had brought me down and at that point, I had to get stronger and stronger. No matter how much they tried to make me fail I was going to fulfill my dream of eradicating hatred from the world and the only way was eradicating love from the world. I knew what I had to do and I started working towards it, but I couldn't live as myself. I had to live as someone else my whole life, I had to shed my identity and impersonate, I had done it several times and I was caught the first five times. I had to perfect it and now I am a master at it. So the world

yes, he hate him, but more than that he hate himself now. And it scares Lucas, he hardly got the courage to love his self, after like ages he felt love for himself, he felt himself worthy for love and just now an innocent, naive blond has to destroy it. Is he going to take revenge of that from Miles? Like his father did once with him? Now that he looks back, he is exactly like his father, indeed you become what you hate. His father used to do this and at that time he was helpless, defenceless, and now it was Miles. The process was same just the subject changed.

They understood why i turned into a person that I was not. I never liked what I had become I use to hate myself while looking at the mirror. Somewhere deep down I knew I was in the inapt but I was also done being a good girl of the family look what I got being a good girl I used to say. Even though I did not like what I did or became but it was my only salvation going through the pain, hatred, rage, frustration I had in me. Half of my teenage life was spent in dark path but somewhere I still had the determination to change my life as well and that determination helped me moved on.

"Then we fail together. As a family. As a pack. As people who tried everything including impossible transformations. But I don't think we'll fail. I think becoming unpredictable makes us dangerous. Think accepting the worst makes us free. Think the conspiracy expects us to keep being manipulable. Keep falling for traps. Keep being destroyed by our own love. Surprising them by changing. By becoming different. By being what they don't expect. That might be our only advantage. Our only chance. Our only path forward." I held him while the world burned around us. While bodies were counted. While wounded died for lack of treatment. While everything we'd built crumbled. And slowly, painfully, impos

Betrayal. Something inside me snapped. The flickering embers of hope, the desperate yearning for forgiveness, for a second chance, extinguished completely, leaving behind only cold, hard ash. The love I’d clung to, the love that had driven my reckless attempts at redemption, curdled, twisted, transforming into something ugly, venomous. Hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred. For Charles Campbell, the snake who’d stolen my life, my company, my wife. And for Agatha.

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

At this moment, I’ve completely given up listening to my alter ego. This honesty is not for him. But for myself. ”If I could be honest with you… I don’t know the feeling of liking someone.” I started. His breathing gets heavier as time goes by. ”I hated you. No, I hated every man in this world. But it’s you that I hate the most. So ironic to hear from me that I like you, right?” I chuckled lightly. ”You ruined my plans from the day you bought me. From that special day, I planned my freedom. It’s you who caught all the narcissistic behavior and all of my hate in this world.”