Hate The Game Novels & Stories

Making me come while sitting in the middle of the stadium in front of so many people was humiliating and degrading. "That game was boring as hell," Azira whines. "You don't say?" Her brow furrows. "It was your idea to come here." "Yeah, well, I didn't realize how much I hate hockey." Azira laughs. "Me neither. Let's vow to never come to one again." Nat approaches with Alexander' arm around her. I still can't wrap my head around those two. "How did you like the game?" Alexander asks. "Hated it," I say.

SCARLETT’s POV. Despite trying to pretend to be enthusiastic about the game, he sat beside me looking so uninterested about the game. It wasn’t my fault that he was not loving this game, I mean this was my favorite game of all time. “Are we really doing this?” Adonis asked me, his voice so bland and devoid of any kind of emotion, “I will rather do something nasty than play this game, baby” I blushed, I knew what he was talking about exactly.

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Hated it… and wanted more. ***

She didn’t speak. I stepped closer and gently placed both hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled under my touch. “I don’t know if what I feel is hate,” I said. “Maybe it is. But I know I hate how he makes women feel disposable. Like we’re just temporary.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I don’t hate the player,” I whispered. “I hate his game.” Raven sniffled. “And if you can’t separate the player from the game?”

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.

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”