Christmas Hater Novels & Stories

There was really no reason to fire your cook". Martins said. "Oh please Martins, spare me the sermon, I don't think I can deal with that cook. She disgusts me!" Harry said. "Is this about the drink she mistakenly spilled on you or that she disgusts you. what exactly? your troubles don't make any sense to me and you are beginning to nag like a woman!, Martin's stated . He tells him about his attitude towards his workers, and minds him of using harmful and painful words or actions towards them. "You can never tell who would be of help to you tomorrow and this attitude of yours can never attract good but only succeeds in promoting hatred and evil plans towards getting rid of you. You must be ca

She motioned to the Christmas tree behind him and it was then that he noticed the soft music overhead was actually instrumental versions of Christmas carols. “Oh.” He took a sip of his water and looked out the window. “Wow. Not a Christmas fan, I take it?” She put her elbows on the table and cradled her chin in her hands. “I like Christmas.” He shrugged. She raised her eyebrows. “Could have fooled me. Why don’t you like it?” “I don’t know. I guess it’s all so commercial. I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago.” “What about your family? Do you go visit them for the holidays?”

She wished mother and father were never Christian. “My marriage has been arranged. The wedding date will soon be set. Tell Maria to give out coins to the poor” I said, adjusting the edges of my dress. I noticed that the hems were loosed. This was strange. Mother always told me that it was a sign of ill luck. No wonder father became sick.

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'.

Hutton's POV Today was a sad one for me. I was just so angry after what I found out today in school. It was a painful one, and it hurt more to know clearly that there was just nothing I could do. Xander is just a devil reincarnated, a cold-hearted and ruthless boy who I wish I could kill. I badly wish I could slit his throat and hang him in the middle of the market. I hate him with all my heart and soul, but then it would only be in my heart. The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with.

He replied me so low, I knew whatever he was going through was definitely tearing at his heart Having known freedom and happiness my whole life I found it hard to relate to his concern except to offer him a sympathetic shoulder which I am sure he would not want. “But why do I feel like you are not going to take this lying down?” trying to lift the gloomy air I teased, the guy that retaliated on me so far with all the tricks I have pulled at him. I knew he definitely had something planned against his father, even though he was a nerd he was not the meek type. A very arrogant one. He glanced at me smiling

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Grandma’s eyes widened in astonishment, but she still tried to give me an answer. “People love to hate everything, my dear. People like to complain about things they don’t like and they will complain about anything. If something doesn’t go the way they want, they’ll find fault with it. When it comes to Christmas, there’s no exception. People seem to hold this holiday in contempt for various reasons, but the main reason is that something happened in the past. You just can’t hate getting presents, right?” “Right…” I said half-mouthed. It started snowing again, and the flakes danced a chaotic ballet. Some even sat on the windowsill.