Novel & Cerita Player Hating

I snap at him as he finished his last statement. I hated the with passion when people came to compare me with my father,it seemed to being out an anger in me that I did not know existed,cause I did not like the man my father turned out to be in all my years of growing up and despite the fact that I could sense the truth in the fact that I was slowing becoming like him,I never liked it pointed out to me. " Deny it all you want Xander,both we both know it's the truth" I hear him say which made me punch my fist in the wall.

How is it that I hate a trait of his that at one point I truly loved so much? “You know fuck all.” He simply smirks, an antagonising smile that makes me want to claw his eyes out. “Sure,” he remarks in an extremely patronising tone. Oh, I fucking hate Zion King with every fucking inch of my being. “Fuck. You.”

How is it that I hate a trait of his that at one point I truly loved so much? “You know fuck all.” He simply smirks, an antagonising smile that makes me want to claw his eyes out. “Sure,” he remarks in an extremely patronising tone. Oh, I fucking hate Zion King with every fucking inch of my being. “Fuck. You.”

"You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body. And you know what your hate is giving me a lot of relief these days, I'm loving it, Well leave it to me. By the way, maybe you have seen something very interesting, somewhere inside that violated that touched the wire of your heart cause your face expression clearly tells that." Christian told me all hi

“There ain’t nothin’ wrong with liking a boy, you know.” “I know that,” I shot back. “And I don’t got a problem with it. For other people.” I ran a hand over my face, frustration burning in my chest. “But that ain’t me, man. I don’t like niggas. And I especially don’t like him.” Quinton kept staring at me. “I swear I don’t,” I insisted. “He a rival. Our teams hate each other. I been hating him. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

"Okay, maybe you do know." I rolled my eyes, Liam had been trying to get me to attend one of his games for years. Years…..and every single time my answer has been exactly the same. No. I hated hockey. Actually, hate was probably too strong a word. I didn't hate the sport itself, I hated everything connected to it. Most importantly, I hated what it represented. Growing up with Liam wasn't easy, not because he was a bad brother. He wasn't. Honestly, Liam was probably one of the best brothers a person could ask for.

“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.

"People say he’s the most ruthless player to ever step onto the ice in the Northern Territory. They call him the ice Reaper because once he targets a player, he doesn't stop until their career is over. He never forgets a debt, and he never, ever forgives." She shivered, moving to bandage my arm. "And the rumors about his personal life... they say he has a true hatred for women with blonde hair. He won't even let a blonde woman sit in the front row of his games. Some say a blonde girl broke his heart years ago, others say he just finds them weak but the truth has something to do with his mother. He’s despicable, Valentina. He’s violent, and he’s the last person a girl like you should ever thi