Hate The Game Novels & Stories

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?

You'd better walk away with nothing to atone for your sins. In no time, Hale Corporation's stock price went into free fall. Online, the comments were completely one-sided, all aimed at cursing me out. "Oh, my God. He beat someone up that badly? He's a total domestic abuser. That's terrifying!" "I support the wife. Make Landon Hale leave with nothing!" "How can anything good come out of Hale Corporation with a man like that running the show? Boycott all of their products!" "I've been looking forward to that horror game for so long. Give me back my amazing game, Landon!"

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.

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

She needed to play this game with smartness not with rage and attitude, if he wanted to play with her then she can also play with him, then that will be a fair game for both of us. But this game was too dangerous to play, one wrong move and opponent will lose her/his life for forever, and how? She can't even tolerate this man, it's beyond of anything. She hates this man, with her core, at least for now. She closed her eyes, holding her head, too fucked up to think anything, to do anything. ............ Taehyung Pov :

"I don't even know how to love or show care to people anymore, it's not gonna be a bug deal in killing the feelings you have for me, just think about all the evil deeds and wicked things I have done, use that against me and hate me" "My enemies are much and they don't take any chances or opportunity for granted, if they find out that I am with a woman or I am in love with her, they will use it against me and as my weakness. In this our game there is nothing like love unless you are ready to protect the person you love at all cost and the person will also be exposed to dangers"

But Lanie didn't dare to openly defy Kristen, either, so she simply smiled and changed the subject. As they chatted, a wealthy lady suddenly frowned and said, "By the way, have your kids played that new game lately?" "Are you talking about that bloody one? I think it's called After School?" Lanie looked disgusted. "Yes!" Lanie patted her chest. "My daughter plays it all the time! It scares me to death just watching her! I have no idea which company published it, but I really want to have a word with the publisher. Why would they make something so terrifying?"

And that’s what pisses me off the most. Because it’s not just the game, it’s not just losing, it’s not just him. It’s having to see him, to put up with him, to pretend I can coexist with someone I can’t stand without something breaking in the process, like everything can stay balanced when it clearly can’t. I clench my jaw as I keep walking, trying to leave it behind, but the feeling doesn’t go away, it stays there, growing, uncomfortable, like a warning I don’t want to hear but can’t ignore.