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Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

“Because you don’t want to, Clara. You like the game as much as I do.” “Shut up,” I hissed at the paper, slashing a line across the eyes, defacing it. But it didn’t help. The tears came harder now, blurring the ink as they dripped onto the page. I slammed the book shut, tossing it aside, and curled into myself on the floor, hugging my pillow tight like a lifeline. I pressed my face against it to muffle the sob that tore out of me, raw and guttural. “He’s wrong,” I choked out, shaking my head against the damp fabric. “He’s wrong. I don’t feel anything but hate. Pure, burning hate.”

"We’ll help you beat her up, Allison. You’re right, she deserves it..." "We love you Ally! Please forgive us.” God, I hated that. All that blind devotion, how they erased themselves just to spend their lives worshipping someone else instead of loving themselves. And now this girl was doing the same thing to me. "Actually, you know what?" I reached out and gently took the books back from Shae, balancing them awkwardly in my arms. "I've got it. Thank you, though. Really." "Are you sure? Because I really don't mind—"

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'.

As long as they left us alone, we felt we could leave them alone. But our books and everything they taught us might be full of false accusations. I've been taught how much werewolves hate and despise us. They kill us without a second thought. They are ruthless, vicious and wild.. They hate us and would never accept us being amongst them, let alone taking one as a partner or mate!

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the girl immediately felt a couple of slaps on each cheek delivered by the man with an open hand, which were so powerful that she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground, her body shaking and an intense pain began to feel in her spine. "Don't talk to me like that! You know very well why I despise you; you were the one who threw your mother down the stairs, you're nothing but a murderer and that's why I hate you," she shouted with contempt. Hate is not healthy; it hurts the hater more than the hated. Eric Jerome Dickey.

Chris asked, tilting his head. I shook my head slowly. "No, I don’t hate them. I just… I just don’t like their guts." "And what’s the difference? You still hate them, right?" Aby pressed. "There’s a huge difference between hate and dislike, okay? I dislike them. That doesn’t mean I hate them. And seriously, I still wonder why everyone adores them. They cause trouble every single day!" I exclaimed. Chris shrugged. "Well, that’s their nature. They love causing trouble. Their day isn’t complete without it."

Fear is a weapon if you know how to use it. I look out across the others. Their faces are hollowed by exhaustion. But some of them… some of them burn with something deeper. Hate. That’s what I’m looking for. Not the blind, childish kind—but the cold, sharp-edged hate born from knowing your enemy. From watching them destroy everything you loved. “Wolves are not your brothers,” I say, loud enough for every one of them to hear. “They are not misunderstood. They are not noble. They are monsters. And monsters don’t deserve mercy.”

Title- Hate Alora sat down scared stiff; she wasn't sure of what to do. One thing she was sure however was the fact that a sudden hatred was gnawing at her heart. She could feel herself boiling... How could he? Of course,it was normal for a demon to be like that,but how could he? Tears trickled down her cheeks, gently at first and then it came in torrents.. Heavy spams racked her being as she sobbed her eyes out. She had always crushed on Lord Zemia... He was cold and handsome,but she couldn't deny that she loved him. Now how could she continue? With her findings, could she? She felt like committing murder at that moment. 'Arrrgghhh!!!' She screamed in anger and frustration,all in one... She