Hate The Game Novels & Stories

[Livy] This is not a game I want to play because it isn’t really a game. He will kill my Mama and make me watch because he wants me to come out. He’s trying to hurt my Uncle. This is about more than just me and Mama. Before, with the bad men, I knew it wasn’t a game either and that the computer was lying to me to make me feel better about hurting them. She didn’t need to go through that much trouble. I wanted to hurt them. Just like the bad men before hurt mama and me, and killed my nanny, Sally. I wanted them to feel pain for making me hurt. I know that means I’m not a very good girl, but sometimes good people have to do bad things.

More scales, some wings, a medulla, but no gem. I shut my game down. I hate it. It's terrible. I love my mom, I love that she got this stupid machine for me, but she did not give me a grand old time with this. I'll be playing it again tomorrow night because that might be the time I get the gem.

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.

Hate. “Wait!”

she said, as if that would explain everything. “Why don’t you go lie down for a little bit,” I suggested, now truly concerned. “I’ll call again when you’re feeling better.” “It’s a video game, stupid,” she said, “and I was going in for the kill.” “With hibiscus?” “Werewolves hate hibiscus.” “I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “Now, since your game has already been ruined, can you get a number for me?” I had a feeling the thwarted floral homicide was going to cost me big time.

Was what he said all a lie? God I hate feelings.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.

Something uncomfortable. Something I hated immediately.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and