Deeper Than Hate Rivalry Novels & Stories

“Good. Because next match, I’m winning. And then I’m fucking you senseless in the showers.” I laughed quietly, pulling him closer. For the first time, the rivalry felt like foreplay to something bigger. Something terrifying and real. But the season wasn’t over. And secrets like this had a way of exploding.

“There ain’t nothin’ wrong with liking a boy, you know.” “I know that,” I shot back. “And I don’t got a problem with it. For other people.” I ran a hand over my face, frustration burning in my chest. “But that ain’t me, man. I don’t like niggas. And I especially don’t like him.” Quinton kept staring at me. “I swear I don’t,” I insisted. “He a rival. Our teams hate each other. I been hating him. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“You’re doing this to me! You killed him! You ruined everything! Everything!” I hit him again, the force of my blows doing nothing to him, but I can’t stop. The tears blur my vision as the words spill out of me, all the fear, all the rage, bubbling to the surface. “You killed Andrei! You shattered my life! And now you’re... you’re making me... I hate you!”

“Are you saying I don’t have a shot with him?” “I’m saying you don’t want a shot with him. Sure, he looks friendly, he looks like a great guy, he’s funny, he’s super popular.” I pressed my lips together and she leaned forward a little, waiting for me to go on. “... But he also comes with about eight HBO seasons worth of drama. Trust me, you’re better off without getting involved with him.” A goofy grin appeared on her face as I got up from the stool, grabbed my phone from the dressing table and headed towards the bed. “But I love Game of Thrones,” she said and I let out a laugh while sitting next to her.

The next day I still lay in bed, I hate being sick. I looked at my phone and started to open I*******m. I looked at Joey's i*******m, all of his photos are just views and something black and white. He has many followers and I bet 60% are girls. Why did I like someone who's popular? I have so many competitors. I started to stalk his friends, he has a couple of photos in his friend's i*******m. "Olivia!" My sister called.

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.

Felix followed right after, burying himself deep and filling my ass with hot, powerful spurts of cum. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Felix kissed the back of my neck softly. “This doesn’t change anything,” he whispered. “I still hate you.” I smiled against the table. “Good. Because I still hate you too.” But as he slowly pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs, I knew one thing for certain. This rivalry was far from over.

Elina Rascal! Andrew is such a rascal! Why he is doing this to me?! If everything will go like this, I am surely gonna hate him more in these three months than love. It's not like I wanna hate him just because he kidnapped me but he is making me hate him more and more. Will anyone take the life out of him, if he told me the truth?! Absolutely, not! Or maybe...yes? Ughh! And last night, I promised him that I will find out everything eventually that everyone is hiding from me in anger. Why I have a bad habit of making promises when someone challenges me?

They lived happily and in love with their families growing stronger and more united. The End. Or is it? Check out broken relationship, the book 4 in the series and see what happens when a past error plays an important role in the future. Where a special love will have to withstand a test in time again. Will it survive once more or will it finally be broken? Broken Relationship: Love Hate Relationship 4.

“Everything you have is because of me.” “You used to do my laundry like the servant that you will always be. You will always be beneath me.” “Okay, so we are stating facts, are we? Then let me remind you that Raphael will always be mine-” “Woah, woah…” Raphael said. “Delilah, go inside now!” “Stupid woman.” Mom laughed hysterically, showing her the gold ring on her finger. “He is married to me. He is my husband.” “You might have this huge house and the status, but you’ll forever remain the barren woman that you are!” Delilah told mom.