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Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

Kobsook silently shed some tears. THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi guys, my name is Aleena. I am a new writer and 'The Hating Game' is my first work. Thanks from the bottom of my heart to all those who read this book. Thank you so much for spending your valuable time and resource in reading my book. I hope you have had fun reading this. I know this book is not perfect. But I tried my best to make it maximum interesting. I am extremely sorry if you regret reading this book or you feel like you wasted your time and money. You guys may leave a honest review. I would like to know what you guys think about 'The Hating Game'.

He said as Xander ducked from the new torrents of bullets. "Umm, I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the new guy Flynn." He yelled as Jace got pissed off. He was angry that Xander was thinking about Flynn and fell very jealous. He felt like throttling his best friend and the only way to do that was kill that asshole who was shooting at them. If his timing was right, this was the perfect time to stand up. "Hey asshole" Jace called as he stood up from his cover and the Gunner turned to face him and shoot but found out he has run out of bullets.

I will like to inform you that a book two of this currently underway and i would let you guys know when i would be posting it. And yippe...Who wants to see George and Nicole' s Love story and how their love story turned out. I would post the link here as once i am done. But be sure the Book 2 of Hate to Love would be posted here Anticipate. Please feel free to leave comments. Thanks a whole lot. Hope you enjoyed reading the book

Instead, she looked at him with a mix of guilt and longing, aware that she had hurt him deeply in the past. Nova took a step closer to Austin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and you have every right to hate me." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of regret and longing. Austin's response was swift. "I don't hate you; I hate your husband." His words were laced with venom, and Nova's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep understanding.

It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading. Thank you for staying, patiently waiting and finally dropping at this destination with me. This is the final drop of Dawn Meek, and Ryder Smith, our very first couple. If you're yet to read my other books, you can check out SIN AND HATRED WITH BENEFITS. They're both completed and I assure you'll love them. If you're into brother's best friend, you can go for SIN and HATRED WITH BENEFITS if you love enemies with benefits, but I'd recommend to read both, haha. You can also follow up on CRAVE, my currently ongoing one. Updates begins soon, and I think you'll love it!

And I hate you. The line between his hatred and the confusing, unwanted flickers of something else was becoming dangerously blurred. The game was no longer just about survival and revenge; it was becoming a battle for his own heart, and he was starting to fear he was losing.

“Stop playing games, you psychotic piece of shit.” “But the games are my favorite part.” He slapped my pussy with his cock again, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. Then he pressed the head against my entrance, letting me feel how much I was stretched around just the tip. “The games are where I get to watch you fall apart. It shows me exactly how much you need what I’m giving you. I get to watch that hatred in your eyes turn into something else entirely.”

she said. She raised her palm. And in her other hand—a match. One Elise had hidden in the last page of the grimoire. Inscribed: “When you’re ready to end it—not fight, but finish.” Yvette struck the match. And placed it against her chest. The flame didn’t burn skin. It burned story. The lies. The myth. The legacy. It turned them to cinders. And from the cinders— Ash. Not weapon. Not curse. Just silence.

The way he couldn't stand losing, how he loathed my victories—it was like a game to me, a twisted kind of sport, and I was winning. Matthew and I never truly met each other’s gaze. That unspoken barrier between us, the one I carefully cultivated, was the only thing keeping me close to him. It allowed me to stay in his life, to get under his skin, and to make sure that no matter how much he hated it, he'd always need to confront me. There was nothing else for him to focus on but me. I chuckled darkly to myself, a shiver of satisfaction crawling down my spine. I had no regrets. The satisfaction I felt in making him squirm, in turning his emotions inside out, was exhilarating.

After tossing the tissues outside the car's window, I tucked myself back in and rested my forehead against the steering wheel, eyes burning now for a whole different reason. He still had that power over me. His fucking voice kept echoing over and over again in my head. “I want to play on the ice, with you, or I’ll quit.” Why would he say something like that? What was I supposed to do with those words? They were reckless. Selfish. Cruel. They made it harder to hate him and that was unfair because I had every fucking right to hate him. It still fucking hurt for fucks sake. Looking at him. Breathing near him. Wanting him. How the fuck was I supposed to play a game when my chest felt like it would be ripped into two.

Henry was dragged by Zion to sit down under a tree aside. Zion passed the mini-game he had designed to Henry. Will you be able to get through it in fifteen minutes? What's so hard about it? It's just a mobile game. "Henry took it over and began to play with confidence. However, as he played, he frowned deeply. He began to think hard in the middle of the game." Zion stood by the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest and smiled as he looked at the picturesque scenery. "Fifteen minutes later, Henry said with frustration, ""This game can't be won at all."""

Neil Harris, his best friend and his wife of 4 years has betrayed him together in the most cruelest way. “ Fe-Ferris we- no.... please it was just in heat of moment.... we were studying.... please forgive me...” Scarlet cried as she trembled in fear. Beside her, Neil Harris knew it was his end and there was no escape from Asher Miller. The vain in Ferris head throbbed violently as sweat dripped down his forehead. His eyes turned red as blood rushed in them. His fist tightened and jaw clenched. With speed of panther, he launched himself on his friend and brutally punched him repeatedly. Scarlet cried loudly horrified as the blood started to stain Neil face. She got off the bed and grabbing her clothes she ran to the bathroom.....

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

"Don't make me click the dial button on this phone screen. You were once a supportive friend. I don't wanna see you get sent to prison." And then, she burst out crying. "I hate you, Roy! I hate you! To hell with you both!" She hit her purse against his chest, wailing hard. "I swear, if I get the chance, I won't resist making your lives miserable! I hate you! I hate you, morons!" "You're leaving or not?" Roy's smirk and voice were so, so menacing. She stormed to me, wept even harder. "Kudos to you, Renee! You win, bitch! I hate you!"

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

I could feel my heart racing, not from fear but from the sheer frustration of her audacity. "You know it is," I replied, my grip on her waist tightening slightly, though I was careful not to hurt her. "This isn’t a game, and I’m not in the mood for your antics." She tilted her head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "But you’re the one who’s making it a game," she countered, her voice dropping to a whisper that only make me throw on her sofa and fuck her that attitude. "You’re the one who’s letting me get under your skin."

He fucking sold me, his sixteen year old niece to one of his business partner. His name was Drake Smith. He was forty two years old when he bought me for two months from Luigi. In those two months, he would beat me, torture me and rape me. He was the one who took my virginity. I couldn't take it anymore so I ended the bastard for good. I killed him in cold blood without feeling remorse after. I was sixteen when I made my first kill. He had a gun on his nightstand and he was on top of me, ripping my clothes off. I grabbed the gun and shot him.

I watched him run a hand roughly through his hair, then let out a short, bitter laugh as he stared up at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe what was happening. And suddenly, after all our fights and arguments, I felt something new for the first time, a strange, burning heat I couldn’t even name. Had the air always been this hot? Or was it just him? “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed out a long, heavy breath before looking back down at me. “Do you really hate me that much, Layla?” “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “I don’t just hate you, Wade. I can’t stand your ego, your attitude, everything about you. You get under my skin like no one else ever could.”