Romans & histoires Player Hating

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

Even beat the guy with the microphone hah. They began to argue more and more. "Ahhh! Kyaaahhh!! He's getting close to me! Girl! Hold me or I'll crush my Kian!" I heard the woman next to me on the left scream. I recognized Jannah's voice and knew it wasn't her. What exactly is it? What a pity this lady is! That's why I don't like handsome men because they attract a lot of attention, and you also have a lot of detractors and haters.

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

Shagun jumped in excitement as both Sid and Arjun hets annoyed with the pairing thing. "Guys don't be like love-hate hero heroin. It's not a dance or dating thing. You will be playing individually only. So don't make faces and enjoy the game." Shagun added as both weighed in defeat. They can't spoil everyone mood out here.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I say dryly. “Come on, we have to go! I heard Enzo is playing today, and also there's a new player we should go watch today.” She said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Enzo was one of the players on the hockey team that Leah had been pining away for since our first semester. He barely gave her any attention, but she always went to each of his games, cheering him on, because she was convinced he liked her. “I'm not going, Lee. As for the new player, it's too early to set me up.” I said, grabbing some apples.

“Your cock feels so fucking good while it's stretching me like this. I hate how much I love it. Fuck, it hits so deep.” I sat up and wrapped one arm around his throat from behind as the other one went to stroking his dick. We moved together, our movements vicious and desperate. I bit his shoulder hard, he reached back and pulled my hair. “Keep riding,” I growled in his ear. He moaned like a greedy slut. “Take every inch like the greedy power bottom you are. This ass belongs to me after every game now.” The hate fucking turned into something raw and real with every thrust that carried all the shoving matches and trash talk from the season.

The words simple, absolute, the kind of statement that ended arguments because there was no rebuttal possible, no counter-evidence to present. Paul pointed at all of them, one by one, jabbing his finger toward each person in turn as if counting traitors, as if tallying betrayals, his gesture dramatic and accusatory. “I hate this band.” He said it with the wounded pride of someone who’d expected loyalty to mean agreement, who’d expected his friends to side with him against reality.

“THEY HATE ME AND KILLED MY OLD MUM BECAUSE SHE LIKES ME WHY DOES DADDY HATE EVERYONE? I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE DALE.”