Hate The Game Novels & Stories

I said hurriedly while I had the courage to do so, before I could stop my self from saying it out loud. " How is it even possible,that my heart still yearns for a man, that treated me nothing like a human being with feelings,but just like a pun in some game of chess he had been playing with his friends" I continue, with pain in my eyes and hurt very obvious in my voice.

At that point it was becoming difficult. “We are too strong to be together. Our wolves are both alphas and would be too powerful together. Other packs would not allow us to rule together. They would not allow that much power to belong to one pack.” I had done it, I just knew this was the point that proved he had to be wrong. Plus I think I would know if we were mates. I did not belong to Drake. I did not love him, in fact, I hated him. He had humiliated me and hurt me. I only came back to my ranch and to play a little game with him. I wanted to hurt him, to break his heart. I wanted him to want to have sex with me, to fall in love with me, not mate or mark me. Those things were permanent. I

He’s a shit. A shit that I hated the most

“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.”

I said not battling an eyelid, I knew my plan was a delicate one, He might decide to back out if I do not pressurize him. Stuttering, George stared at me in shock “That’s impossible. I mean she does not like me. How can I do that to her, that is plain cruelty. I cannot play with a girl’s feeling like that and besides you know I love Stacy and I am not going to jeopardize my relationship with her for one of your stupid games” I ignored his analysis that was none of my business. I wondered how George came to know what I had been up to with Stacy. I turned to look at him skeptically

together they went to play with other kids. Unknown to them that a particular seven years old boy was at the far end of the garden watching with anger. He hates it when other boys play with the little girl, he always wants to be the only guy friend she has. So, he plan to interfere in their game. One would be surprised at how this seven years old can be jealous and how he even have a mind to hate someone . That someone he hate is his brother. Yes, he hates his junior brother, he hate him with passion.All because, whenever they are out to play, all his friends prefers to play with his junior brother than him.

Chapter 1 (Valentina's POV) "Yes, Watson. I know the first game is tomorrow. I will be there. Like I always am." That's how every winter started for me. With my boss making sure I don't miss the beginning of hockey season. Let me tell you a little secret. I hate hockey. Well, honestly it's not really hockey I hate. It's the hockey players. They are a bunch of arrogant self-entitled idiots who think they are better than the rest of the world.

She got up from the bed and went to the corner. “Maddie?” Christian gaped and his eyes were like he saw a ghost in front of him. “You are so disgusting! Let’s break up, Christian! You deserve each other! Tomorrow, please leave this unit or else I will report you to the police!” I yelled angrily at them. I immediately turned around and was about to leave the unit but Christian grabbed my hand. I didn’t look at him. I don’t want to! “I am so sorry, Maddie. I love you but I love her too. I just can’t-” He got cut off because I slapped him so hard.

“But, I don't like playing Vampire: Masquerade that much, I much prefer playing Werewolf: Apocalypse, because there's nothing better than turning into a 3m tall animal to beat enemies, or anything from Cthulhu. Insanity is my middle name for sure.” There were still 20 minutes left to start the game, but the crowd was already entering the site for us to play, I put the phone in my left ear only and left the microphone off. "Hmm, didn't know there was such a thing." Finally I heard Hyperion's voice.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”