Hate The Game Novels & Stories

And yes, I still hate my Beta. Nghhhhhhh!

Ace: Tempting, but I'll pass😗 Dickhead. God, I hated him.

Another innocent life became the victim of hatred game and inhumanity. .................. End .................|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chapter? ( Guys don't forget it's a dark story) ............... Aish ❣️.............

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.

The pain is worse than a stake driving into your heart. "Leave!" He barks at me. I hate Trent. I fucking hate Trent. ******

I don’t hate old men but I hate creepy ones, sexting and asking for nudes and stuff. “Nah far from that. Btw like I said I’ve got something for you.” He didn’t even let me reply back before he sent another text. “Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductio

The question kept spurring out of Melissa uncontrollably, like it was second nature. As she spoke via mind link, a dull ache rose in her chest. “All good questions," the system began, it's eeri sweet voice made Melissa's body crawl. “First question. Why does it have to be you?" “Simple, in all my years of hosting the prestigious demon games, never before have I seen some with as much hate points as you do." “What does this mean?" Melissa asked, her mind clouded with curiosity. “To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game."

At the same time, her eyes threaten to well up again because it’s like she can feel every blow, every injury, every decrease in his HP; and every death. {“So you like ganging up on solo players, eh? I swear, when I get out of here, I am going to uninstall this infernal game and all of you will be nothing but free blocks on the disk!} {“Log 318, April 6: Got stomped on by an ogre. Oh, why did humans even make this game?} {“Whew! That was close. Zombie knights are the worst! And they stink, too!}

“She is mortal. She is nothing. She is a mistake.” And the Game, my Game, trembles. My voice drops into a whisper filled with hatred, jealousy, and something far more dangerous. “She will not win.”

I hated myself but why can't I just hate him too? .