Hate The Game Novels & Stories

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.”

I muttered as hard as I could banking on the safe harbor that he had his headset plugged in now. He removed one ear, turned to me, and with a dry look on his face muttered "I haven't started the game yet." "Oh shit!" I cursed. He turned to his play station once more and I sighed in relief. "I hate guys who played video games. I always feel they don't pay much attention to their partners." I muttered as gently as I could. "Well, I also hate innocent girls." Someone replied. Jeez! I didn't notice I'd said that out.

Khan. It wasn't a secret that I hated that man with everything I got even though he was my uncle and heck he hated me just as much too..He was the one who actually started the hate game before I was even born and me being the heartless and cold hearted that everybody said I was ,I really didn't give a shit about him, though the hate was directed only to him and not to his wife and children.

The name that I hate with every fiber in my body. 'Devin'

" 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.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

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?