Player Hating Novels & Stories

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.

He replied me so low, I knew whatever he was going through was definitely tearing at his heart Having known freedom and happiness my whole life I found it hard to relate to his concern except to offer him a sympathetic shoulder which I am sure he would not want. “But why do I feel like you are not going to take this lying down?” trying to lift the gloomy air I teased, the guy that retaliated on me so far with all the tricks I have pulled at him. I knew he definitely had something planned against his father, even though he was a nerd he was not the meek type. A very arrogant one. He glanced at me smiling

They are finding opportunities to fight over that little things. Mishty looked at Siddharth as he was starting her as if he would eat her alive. Unknown hatred filled their hearts for each other. "Sid, please don't start again. Let's leave." Mihir pleaded as he noticed both. "Mishty, please. Let's meet tomorrow." Mihir asked her to go. "Learn some manners from your friend" Mishth couldn't keep her taunts to herself as Siddharth looked at her in super anger.

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.

“You really hated me.” I turned around, looking at Cas while shaking my head. “You got on my nerves and pissed me off a bunch of times, but I never hated you. Maybe I disliked you, but hating is too strong. My dad used to tell me not to use the word hate with people because it implied you wanted them dead.” “And you don’t want me dead?” Cas joked. “No. But I looked it up online, and he was exaggerating a bit. Hating someone means to feel extreme hostility, though.”

“How can you do this to our family?” I touched my cheek and looked at him with pain in my chest. “Dad, why can’t I love him? Because he is a man? I love Narat with all my heart. He makes me happy. He is kind and strong. Darika is not good for me. She lies and hurts people,she is manipulative,Narat is better than her in every way. I love him more than anything.”

I wanted to punch him. Jay talked me down. "He's just trying to sell papers," he said. "He's lying." "He's writing what people want to read." "People don't want to read lies." "Some people do." I was quiet for a moment. "I hate him," I said. "Don't. Hate is a waste of energy." "Then what do I do?" "Prove him wrong. Play harder. Score more goals. Win more games." I looked at Jay. His brown eyes. His tired face. His crooked smile.

I asked them incredulously. "You don't have any say in this matter Archer Martin.”my dad snapped. “I have had enough of your playboy ways. Do you think I don’t know about your escapades every night with different whores? Are you intended to make yourself known as man whore?"Dad is spatting venom. Only if looks could kill, i would have been dead by now. "Dad, I swear! I am not into relationship or anything. Those stolen shots are not what you think it is. " I said defensively.

I hadn't had expectations-not really-but down deep inside, I'd held out a small spark of hope that had just now died a painful death. "Fucking football players." Gia's voice dripped with contempt. "Look at that. Quinn, you can't tell me it doesn't piss you off. Your friend's hurt, and there's the assholes who caused it, living it up and making out with the fucking rah-rah bitches."

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.