Hate The Game Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A bunch of haters turned into fans, and you gained a ton of new ones. "I have no idea how that stupid game crashed this hard, but honestly? We still came out winning!" I rubbed the back of my aching head and heard my own voice come out rough. "That game instance... is it still there?" "It's gone! Something that dangerous? No way they'd keep it around!" I didn't hear another word after that. My vision blurred with tears. I clutched my chest and started sobbing. Ding. The computer screen suddenly lit up.

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."

“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.”

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

" you returning has a lot of people looking over there shoulders Raven, we know you where with v.a.n.g.u.a.r.d but now your back in the states what game are you playing?. "It doesn't suit my interest to have the city paranoid and up in arm's fearing that The dragon's ready to expand into America and with his hound hear that's the rumor circulating,its bad for business you know" he said leaning back. " No one has to worry about a war Hades I'm only here for someone" i said. " Ah is that the only thing you want?" He asked. " No my team won't help me to catch him even with vanguard and the Us governments resources i'll need your help" i said.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

I didn’t look up. Didn’t give him the win. But I heard the grin. And underneath my anger, the scariest part whispered back: This summer wasn’t going to be survivable. It was going to be a battlefield. And Chase Hartley looked like he played to win dirty.